Hold still
While time passes
For us, not you
The flowers look lovely
On your clear light wood
I almost feel the warmth
With my eye’s hand,
Smooth and a splinter
Hold still
While I remove it
At least there is sunwarmth
And a nest against the sky
Light blue
Light veins
When we lift the spirit
To the underworld
Hold still
You are focused
We are blurred
The spirit we fight is ours
Yours has found the end
To all fights; the fertile battlefield
Grows greens
Around your soul