infinities of dust

infinities of dust beyond plain sight
a faded colour in the morning sky
no truths are here apparent to the eye
and messages from here will never quite
make it to destinations that are right
for all of us we say this with a sigh
but since we've laid no gold or silver by
emptiness absence these make up our plight
somewhere a hoe bites hard into fresh soil
a boy will follow scattering the seed
and all will wait for the emerging green
there are no waters for the storm to roil
each action comes in answer to a need
and folk with vision not a thing have seen