Three on high

i was under a little shadow of cloud
cut heavy by the hand of pastry chefs in sublime climes
left churning heaven's sweet eddies of dismay and sorrow and grace
for three on high that knew me and knew all of us
three of a family and one of them ghost
specter of mankind's severity
made inconsolate by a dissipated kind of surmise
leftover in all care from eyes
and eyes that leave no more room for anything other
anything more
than this image of all of us left hanging in midnight gaze
dreaming once dreamt in light of day
under shadow of cloud
left wandering
through empty and vast blue skies
when the hate gave way into an inner sanctum where the walls
the walls THE WALLS!
the walls despise despise despise
lock and climb, lock and climb
there's only really ever one footnote to humanity's long plight
and it begins in a heart that is big
it begins where none dare tread
for fear they will see nothing
again
when i find you i will love and cherish you
but there will be no answers
there will be a stop and a roll, and a sudden shiver
running down our spines
we will see
that sometimes the beauty is eternal
and sometimes it is nowhere to be found
the soul is the betrayer
of only the saddest eyes.