In the hall
Where floor boards creak
Through the tall doors
From the Street
A shaft of golden light
Is strung
With the dust of ages hung
Though nothing in the air is seen
There
Within this golden beam
There
The dust of ages hung
Moving slowly
In the sun
So it is
In our daydream
Not all that is
Is always seen
Sometimes it takes
A shadows line
To let the golden light
Define
All there is to see
More ways than one
Like the dust of ages
Hung
Egal Bohen
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