Pleased to Perspective
poetic scribble by Bob Axell 2009


Can't you see the coming day
I can see it come my way
And when it passes it'll ricochétte
All the way back to me

Can't you see the next full moon
I suppose it will rise soon
But I can see it's reflection this noon
Already, up there, in the sun

Our new life it has just begun
A constant stay in a distant run
Another voyage through fields of grey
A traverse travel through night and day

And when we die we do decay
But what happens with our souls?
Do they rise and fly away
Or does the casket, swallow them whole

As well
Heaven and hell
We travel