Shawn Phillips Motes Of Dust
Motes of dust fly through the air they're dancing in his
vacant stare
The hollows in his cheeks are haunted shadows
And down below the sea is strong, the wind it whips
itself a froth
A storm is coming on, let's hope it passes
But storms will come with squalling rain and lightning
hurled in screaming pain
The night becomes like mind left standing helpless
But thunder dies away in time to leave the silence so
sublime
And once again the need for light is urgent
Though even in the center stage
A paler light doth he make rage
Than those who live their lives in poorest splendor
And diamonds yet festoon the trees
If you but have the eyes to see
To share it with the ones that you are loving
To cast your force into the land in hopes that you can
make a plan
To live, let others live and not regret it
And love is peace and God is war
You've seen it all go down before
And more's the shame to stand by while it's happening
For we are like the storms at sea
A moment's life like lightning be
Ourselves our only slaves
And only masters
