The Sleepers
Beneath the ground the sleepers watch,
They gaze up skyward through the rot.
Within the frail and mortal heart they peer,
Yearning at once to be close, yet no near.
For the world is cruel, our memories crumble,
The sky is obscured, the stars do not humble.
But the sleepers watch with an ache in their souls,
Seeing deep to the truth we do not behold.
Life is a story without a purpose in sight,
Anything can happen, yet the chances are slight.
Truth is perception and choice is the key:
We are the way we have chosen to be.
Give away without gain, it is where kindness starts,
You don't know the future, keep hope in your heart.
Love is ever fleeting and knowledge is a gift,
Stars are ever falling so keep with you a wish.
Learn for the knowing and seek for the seeing,
The sleepers beneath search for their freeing.
Aching for gifts that we long have abused,
Trapped in a hell without color or hue.
Change is a constant and now is true need,
Open your mind, hear my voice and take heed.
See with your soul and judge in your heart,
The sleepers are watching and wish to depart.