Communing in the corners <br />Under chairs and desks where the neglect remains <br />Vagabonding cross windows with the light to guide your way <br />It’s the stillness that’s your solace <br />In the quiet you find your place <br />Among the books and sentimental objects <br />Clinging to scenes from yesterday <br />I know you dream in idle patience as the evidence rolls cross the floor <br />You shape your numbers into small furry beasts <br />In the hopes of eliciting havoc, <br />But even this is often ignored <br />Among you there are those that boast of the grandeur of a storm <br />With the wind they rode in mass <br />Laid waste to creatures, blocked out the sun <br />They talk in terms of desolation <br />Their voices cracking on annihilate <br />It seems they lose a moment inside <br />Not sure just how they found this place <br />Yet when it’s time to shape the ears <br />The faithful set clinging for another roll <br />These same sit scoffing from their shelves <br />Their words more shame then critical quarrel <br />But with each puff of wind, with each stir of space <br />You cast your sight beyond the sill <br />You imagine rising up <br />To fill the room beyond its height, beyond the Living Room Door <br />Across whatever lies <br />To matter once, to settle scores <br />But then your salvation never arrives <br />Seems there’s only enough for a tumble or two <br />So back and forth from in and out of the shadows <br />That wisp of wind is all that’s left for you <br /> <br />But, maybe what you have should be enough <br />Success may breed on that little wind that blows today <br />Because a wind that blows on all accounts <br />Is better than a wind that sucks you away<br /><br />Pablo Cruise<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dust-14/
