Dust Inside The Light

I saw
Something
Glowing
And then not
Not a lightning bug
Not a street
Lamp gone dark
Maybe if i keep waiting
Maybe I’ll find the dark
I heard
Water
Running
Behind the trees
But there was no river
No body
Not even a stream
Maybe if I keep running
Maybe I’ll find the rain
Little things
Living
Floating around my room
In my eyes
The dust inside the light
Speaking, says «Doesn't the sky look nice tonight?»