Dreams and dust Dreams and dust And hours and hours alone Building and planning Planning and building Pacing the rooms, breathing in pain Labored Resting Stretched beneath a wild, sprawling ceiling Ten thousand tiles wider than remembered Staring, waiting, longing, dreaming Folding dust until it falls Stacked particles Statuesque collapsing Excited by a liquid Alive … Continue reading “Dreams and Dust” – Day 4 of National Poetry Month →