Dust Poem by Bill Smith

It starts with a snowstorm of words that melt easily into the mind
Find their way to your heart
Settling,
Breathing new life over old wounds
Growing until you cannot ignore its force
Its power overtakes you
The need to believe a seed planted firmly in your mind
You revel in its power
The words overtaken by sensations
A look, a touch a kiss
You warm in the feeling of belonging
L grows to E and the world becomes a sunnier place
In the back of your mind settles the first speck of dust
Minute but irritating
You sweep it into a corner
Hidden it lies in wait
Your smile tells you things are ok
You bask in an aura of special
Nothing can take away the shine of it
Not the two specks of dust that fall to be swept into a corner
In the rush of excitement
Feeling sure that no one
No one in the whole wide world feels as you do
The ball keeps on rolling and you ignore the dust,
sweep it away to the corner
Until the moment comes when you realise
Half the room is covered in a layer of dust
Half your mind no longer believes
Convincing yourself this is the norm
It will pass
Everyone goes through this stage
You continue to sweep away the dust
Clutching at words that no longer melt so easily
You question your heart
Your head
Until one day you look in the mirror and question yourself
Try to see through the dust
Finally in a hailstorm of cold words that refuse to melt
Hard words driven home that sting your flesh
You sweep away the dust
To find that love has gone