The soothing endless sky
Eyes reaching to the heavens,
With gilded frontier
A long lost horizon.
Where truth is held in judgement
Ones life tips in its imbalance,
When creator takes receipt
The created in his hand.
When one stands before an endless night
This is the reason to be here.
Long ago, shadows set into the fabric of your soul,
Moulded in perfection,
Chipped and scored through time
Our body the vessel for the water of life.
We've all drank from its well
We've tasted the pleasure of the flesh,
To stand before him, the sky opens over us
Your eternal flame flickers in its dying dance.
The day grows cold
Your ship of life is guided by the wind,
The the sun will lead you
The reason to be here.
Phil Hall July 2013
Phil, this is a truly beautiful poem. it expresses my feelings about the fleetingness of life and how we all have a purpose. thank you so much for returning i needed you my friend...
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