Oh to be the dustflake
Afloat on morning's rays
To tumble in the windows wake
And win your lovely gaze

And blissful is the little blaze
Atop a waxy stem
Who dances in your soft brown eyes
Delighting both of them

Such beaming sidewalk art
That sketches outline sweet
A graceful, fleeting form of dark
Outstretching from your feet

But those nearest rapture are
Dots who tightly glean
Toward heaven's most exquisite star
These pixels on your screen

Would bet my last two bucks
Of this convinced am I
That God commanded Fiat Lux
To see your sweet face by