In streams of light I clearly saw

The dust you seldom see,

Out of which the Nameless makes

A Name for one like me…

All busy in the sunlight

The flecks did float and dance,

And I was tumbled up with them

In formless circumstance.

Continue ReadingIn streams of light I clearly saw

The dust you seldom see,

Out of which the Nameless makes

A Name for one like me…

All busy in the sunlight

The flecks did float and dance,

And I was tumbled up with them

In formless circumstance.