It floatsFloating on legs of sunlight that
crash through windows in the
settling, finally it rests, waiting
to be stirred again by the stroke
of a finger or the breath of a sigh.
I like the first verse a lot, but some minor changes can make it more consistent in verb use. And the second seems to change a bit in the construction and distracts me for a moment. You might consider these changes -
Left alone, it covers a story forgotten.
Penetrates the sheets of time,
steals the life that once filled this room.
Shrouded in gray, memories reach for the surface.
They are buried too deep,
choked by the indifference of time.
Rushing between students so no time to explain further - IMHO, as always.
I like the tone, the mystery and the pace that feels like that slow movement of memories through time, sunlight through the pane, thoughts and emotions struggling for expression - nice.
If I did not tell you all the changes you might consider, I would be doing you a disservice, treating you with less than the full respect you deserve. This much I have learned from my years teaching and mentoring writers.
Riverstones let the water flow around them.