Sleepy Dust: A Poem
A grain of dust lies heavy in the corner of my eye, Itself, the echo of a sigh of discontent, Crystal-form of weariness and secrets lent, for safe-keeping, To a shadow I met once in a dream, He will not tell. Lined hands and tired fingers stretch and rub; dislodged, My solidity thus falls upon … More Sleepy Dust: A Poem