Gaze upon the mirrors of the soul
to see the weary flames of candles
flickering ever so dimly in the room of ken
unable to burn, yet unwilling to face the end
for the potential exists to renew and to mend
a simple gift given upon the inception
to color the heavens with the glory
of character and deeds that inspire legend
raising other spirits from social awareness
to a plateau of a single living conscience
leaving no islands, but just one solid mass
to transcend in unity all transgressions from a past
and welcome the promise of resting finally, at last.