Living Room
Though window-rainbows dance within the sill
No one quite lives in the living room now
Not like when the floor was my perspective
Further from earth where the air is colder
I only notice the ceiling these days
Further from birth where death becomes bolder
I smile to remember painting it blue
All by myself without falling somehow
My brain insane my senses defective
Since being left and leaving one who stays
And when I have been and done what I do
When you turn around at a sound you hear
When what I am and do is was and did
You might see stars on the ceiling appear
Shooting from the top of a pyramid
Unfinished under an all-seeing eye
Green on the back of that old dollar bill
My people chased though never caught but tried
Yet through that sorrow I remember joy
With living loved who losing had to die
They live alone in the living room still
And I live here for love of those who died
As I start to finish growing older
Here where the stars once appeared to that boy
Now this man seen by an all-seeing eye
Green on the back of that old dollar bill
Here where the stars on the ceiling appear
Hidden from the eye of this beholder
Unfinished from the start to finish here
When what I am and do is was and did
Held within the eye of the pyramid
Though window-rainbows dance within the sill
+Steven Curtis Lance
Copyright MMVIII
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