Have eyes to see

Tomorrow reality will be birthed
At maybe a little after eight
Baptised with the insufficient touch
Of Coffee and of soap

I will see those I always see
Appear to work most studiously
Dreaming so very far away
As our sun begins her fall

Perhaps the shyer exit will prevail
The same sullen trudge of grey
Or death’s golden tinge
May touch the heavens

Each hard crafted plan man-made
Held in beauty for a fleeting touch
Slides imperceptible into the void
Where do the seasons go?

For all the myriad faults I bear
The life dragged chains
Are transcended gracefully
In the little things

Avert your eyes

Make way, make way
Believe the cry of youth
Palm leaves thrown down
Portray destruction;
Riots in a holy town
Yet magnified to signify
They saw and knew the light

Make way, make way
Heaven shines dark from earth
Dark eyes of man
Forge dark of light,
Stared long, and blinded sight
Turned, not to see
A broken Icarus’ plight

Make way, make way
I Am he that decides
Should fruit divine
Be taken, given
We spiral, drawn on mortal wings
To steal the cloths of Heaven