Lifes Work

Seeing the stars rise Out of the mist they do ascend To correspond with angels Sensing feeling from a far Elves in pink poke‑a‑dots dance amung the trees Arrows from within beneath the sod Piercing as the cry of the rabbit Death do scare the ones that shy Too confuse, eyes blur, watch them coal In to the air fly do they may Not to complain dismay we do not See do you the heart I hold Much love expressed with the absents of touch Let me enter and bathe For you this is to far I hope you know who you are. Beauty within Become my image Throw the brittle cast into the depths Pinnacle rise and stab the unaware Lights are dimmed as age moves Wax runs into lifeless molds The blind gaze in despair Minds wonder as do the mindless