The Dust That Floats In the Daylight

No one knows what The dust that floats in the daylight is Small specks of dirt I'm told Or bits of flowers, or skin, or mold. I, of differing opinion, am Concerned myself with its essence The dust that floats in the daylight Are naught but lit old souls A special pair of eyes and The dust that floats in the daylight Can see against the shine Memories, pain, laughter and wine. Hitherto unknown True tales dance and silent din The dust that floats in the daylight Is the great work of our kind.