Dustsheets

The fabric flows
A sheet of sheet that floats
Down
Covering all that stands
All that it stood for

White sheets on soft beds
Roll top baths and blue bottles
Old thumbed books
Secret pleasures
Wrapped in muslin
Veiled

Fading voices and lost lessons
Taught in secret
Between the night and the day
Across the ocean
One pair of shoes now

A key clasped between thumb and finger
Hung on a chain
All that remains
A kiss on the wind
Asking its mistress for grace

Ladies of light carry it
Across the ocean
To your cheek
Sleeping deeply as I lie awake
Covering our room with sheets