When exhausts filter sunlight
And handfuls of dust
Have us craving fresh peaches
And pit chiselled lust.
When leaves litter concrete
Swept by songs unsung
And feet tread the mill
Their silk left unspun.
When weaving fumes tempt
Breath looses the lead
Then caged is our wisdom
And deadened the need.
When scent is ignored
And tar coats worn skin
I’ll call upon heaven
Heard faintly within.
