Dust Motes (1) Dust Motes in color, flit in and out of mind. Dust Motes in color, leave uncharted thoughts behind. Caught up in currents, unseen and unknown, Dust Motes in color; release my soul to roam, In and out of reality, to swirl and twirl in totality. Knowing that my future flies, between the light and darkening Dust Motes of your lies.
Captain Thomas Benjamin Coston, heir to heavily mortgaged properties left to him by his recently deceased father, whose death initiates a desperate attempt of retrieval, prompting a trip to Santo Domingo, island home of Raphael Delsantos, wealthy patron and acquirer of the captains land and plantation home, Canaan’s Temple. Duped into marriage with the patron’s only daughter, he enters into a nest of mystery and infamy, spanning two continents and extending into the very bowels of the war of 1812. This is a story of a love-hate relationship enmeshed in duplicity and intrigue.