In The Home Of Electronic Dust by Prospero2013

In the home that we had built
(back when it was still possible to build
back when time opened like a bubble
and welcomed eager hopes
with a hint of distant promise)
the dust meant change
the dust meant future
the dust meant work
the dust meant renewal
and the dust came in all forms
some then seen
some only later
to be faintly remembered
lightly glistening
in the midday sun.