I saw the dust motes singing in soft air
The yellow grey, the light where nothing’s clear
The silent chorus hurts me as I stare
The heart feels unprotected, as if bare
Only when we’re lonely are we here
I saw the dust motes dancing in soft air
The little things we don’t see till we care
The eyes that signal bring to birth our fear
The silent chorus gabbles as I stare
The Essex fields are huge like mass despair
Yet summer poppies bright make them so dear
I saw the dust motes dancing on fresh air
Life is like a vehicle we steer
Yet unseen hands in wisdom change the gear
I heard the dust motes singing in soft air
The small still chorus tells me what to dare
