Whispers of the breeze, you appeared like dust in the wind.
A mystery dancing, in moments so similar.
Why do you appear to me elusively, though serene?
Like a momentary mirage in this universal tableau?

Your presence is a mystery to the Breezes KNOCK.
Bearing stories from distant lands.
You carry the secrets of what the universe hides?
Like particles whirling dizzily, placed in a spell.

You glide through the air in a mystical ballet.
You scatter and waver every gust.
For a day of transient beauty.
Why do you come out, only to disappear again?

A fleeting glimpse of wonder in the dying day?
Perhaps you are but a reminder, fleeting and unrestrained.
That life, like dust, is a short-lived spree.
So dance away, unreachable in the soft invitation of a breeze.

A silvery reverb, fleeting and tiny.
For in your transitory beauty, we discover.
The splendor of life in moments, abandoned.
© jaylinestarr