Never Above

Always under never above,
The fallen rhymes of yesteryear,
And with them to our dreams of love,
Stretched so wide of a falling tear,

Life grows upwards into clouds,
Death withers downwards to the dark,
Love goes sideways through a crowd,
Footsteps silence the heaven’s bark,

Eyes always tempt the floor to rise,
Souls always hover above the ground,
Nothing curves heaven, not men or mice,
We all must fall to where we are bound,

Captured in essence our souls rejoice,
For all ills may never follow us down,
Captured in time we have no choice,
All things but us will stay above ground