Keith Baker Poet I do not know?

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.

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Karl Marszalowicz February 20, 2013 at 7:06 AM maybe you should write a part two to this poem. It's a good P.O.V. and deserves more attention.

Anna Lo October 24, 2012 at 11:22 PM ..done positively!! nice write Keith!! Goodluck..Anna Lo

Kabuteng P.Ink K. February 28, 2012 at 9:51 PM Hi Keith! I couldn't help but smile as I read this beautiful poem of yours-- I am so glad I got intrigued by your title and that I read it-- I was thinking of writing about these floating dust particles in the sunlight but I was going to tackle it in a negative way-- but Your poem highlighted it in such a positive way, it is just such a refreshing take on it! I really enjoyed this one and I really love how you described them as "lit old souls"! Adding this to my faves :D Keith Baker February 28, 2012 at 11:43 PM Thank you so much for your comment, I really needed it today. Interestingly enough, I was tackling the idea from a negative space and it just ended up being what it was.