Let's debate morality
Or end-of-life finality
Let's discuss the totality
Of our finite time
Mortality
Stained-glass is splendid, though
Kneeling hurts my knees
Cathedral heights are wondrous
You must tithe and pay God's fees
Ten percent - twenty!
Please, always give them plenty
Clergymen will surely then
Be happy with their bounty

In the castles black with dawning
broken vessels hold the light
where the vassels stand a'yawning
woken by the dead of night

Songs to aging children, come
aging children
I am one!

Where the flowers wither rhythm
where the rhymes are drops of dust
metered moonbeams
lie within them
in their melodies we trust

Songs to aging children, come
aging children
I am one!

Can we only see the lanterns
lit for us by frosty dew?
Can we yet hear all the patterns
colors bled for me and you?

Songs to aging children, come
aging children

I AM ONE!


SoulSurvivor
Catherine Jarvis
(C) September 25, 2014

- REPOST -

Wake Up To Dawn
Work All Day Long.
Morning Dew
Is What Is New.
Sun So Bright
Birds Take Flight.
Grass Sways In The Wind
Until It Is The End.
Dark Clouds Coming In
Time To Sleep Again.

Take my hand,
Close your eyes
And
Between two sighs,
Let us reinvent a future
With much allure.*

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