The backyard of the earth, a end of a
beginning. A journey of the timeless;
A dark light of another realm in a
tack time to vanish the space for-ever rest,
Where the good and the bad sleep at a bed.
A slow journey as of eternity,
An entity as of Titanic, where
broken curves shriek man life like enemies,
the gentle touches of the worms lies where
the end of a beginning grips man's heart.
Another room full of sorrow and pain;
Another room, voices of songs of praise,
Another room of guilty minds and shame,
Another room of shining crowns as of
stars on saints as they dance to the devour
of enchantment rendered to the creator.
Another room where gains is pains;
Another room where lie the aches,
Another room of song of praise;
Another room where worms makes man cry,
Another room, fire burns and smile.
"words from the innocent mind"
Philip Peace