Little one* do you see them,
Do you see the light,
Can you twist it to the spectrum
Will you choose
Darkness,
Light,
Play as you must,
Will you be a friend
Or twist their limbs to control
As a puppet, as a toy if you must.
They are weakness,
They are flesh,
They are unlike us.
We are of energy, not the weakness
Of flesh, so timid, easily controlled
By the ones of us,
They don't realise that we walk
Upon this plain, there is more
To this rock than
Flesh,
Energy,
Old,
Ones roam unseen by even us,
This is a plain of existence
A field of many flowers that bloom,
Not everyone is seen, their scent, smelt
Upon each breath, we share this
Moment,
Time,
Existence
As the same eternity we do share,
Play in the fields of flesh,
Try these suits on, have a joyous time,
They wear thin fast,
Damaged by our energy
Coherent memory,
Never forgetting that corruption
Of a life time lasted,
We are the moment sensed
Our presents always lingers past.
Little one choose what you wish
But upon the flesh, the soul
Corroded until we are all that is left,
Careful with these toys, they are fragile
They easily break,
Don't let the moment pass, let the senses
Taste many before they forever erode to **dust.