Cold morning
meets dark, weary eyes --
the damp, grey air
seeps reality into
   the soul...
Endless days (and nights)
make up our all too
   brief lives --
we spend what we
   do not have...
moment upon moment,
hour after hour.
The truth is known:
kinship accepted --
no lie to this game
we're driven to play.
Yet, somehow
the world around us
cannot accept what we are.
Candles burn bright
and fast, with
relentless ease...
(angelic visions/
demonic grace).
And cast a glow,
calm and soft,
to stifle fear
for our never-closing
   eyes.