But

Skies of smoldering embers,
covered with dispersing,
smokey clouds.
Above it, an endless mystery.
Below, mysteries of love and death;
The trials within its shroud.

If i could slow this spinning earth,
I'd float and grasp the sky.
If landscapes could fit into my hand,
I'd mould and paint for sighs.
If souls took flight before my eye,
I'd keep in jars to watch them die.
If time was real and of importance,
I'd live my days like a lullaby,
but,
This is the world, a place of wonder.
No time just being, or not.
I've seen the souls through many eyes,
they die but never rot.