Souls Do Weep

Often one can find me gazing upward toward the galaxies above.

Lost in time. Lost the space. Forever remaining out of place.

Searching the Heavens for answers found in the bowels of Earth.

Knowing that it is always sunny above the storm clouds of life.

You find me smiling to an invisible debate. The answer lost to it's fate .

Humoured by the confusion of knowing not. Resisting defeat to a lesser lot.

To 'rise above', metaphorically speaking. Replenished aura under sun's peaking.

Cosmic pulses expel genetic code. All that be birthed from galactic mold.

This be why we pray with heads high. With faces tilted towards the sky.

Surely false prophets and genuine gods alike, dwell past nebulous clouds where the light does strike.

High above all, dwells positive light. Lowest below all, eternal night.

Periodically one may find I, gaze toward the ground, smiling at that my mind has found.

Of past dark choices made in haste. Of years lost to incarceration's waste.

And finally life taught me this, both Dark and Light coexist.

I set my gaze to the heavens high finally understanding life's 'Why?'

To live life as a citizen proper, leave Darkness lay beneath shutters.

Remember the past as time well spent. Archive away with personal repent.

Today is yesterday's tomorrow. Time nor space can life borrow.

Stay above the clouds of life. Let no Darkness cause you strife.

Show compassion, respect and, most of all, rise high and learn from each fall.

Now I leave you to decide your way. Look to the heavens and pray your say.