Dust

When the sun shines I want to get outside
To feel it warm me and to escape from
The artificial boxes where I hide
Where light is limited with only some
Stray shadows sneaking round the shrouded glass

I want the sun to kiss me in my face
And as the boxes where I hide must pass
So must I too but as I do embrace
This shining sun too bright to understand

Life has been a bitter disappointment
But the kiss of the sun strengthens my hand
To feel able to keep its appointment
With what it is supposed to do for you
For me and for all to do what it must

At last the sun shines! Now what I must do
Is find the diamonds hidden in this dust
For each one I find a dream will come true
Or so I must believe and hope and trust

And if this dust is all I ever find?
Shake it from my shoes ...and leave it behind

+Steven Curtis Lance



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