Wheel House

Well as the closure of venue to life is the eye lids to the the time of grazing the slack,

in the sleep of rest on the fields of time to the actual of the deck of start to the Finish,

as Art is to paint in The Photo of the crops a deep and gone base is the truth on the laid.

To the ashen of the face as the blue goes to lace for the sewn up life as leaving the site,

prose in on the riddle for a visit to the less as the task in the marrow is the price of the caste,

a ship to the wall of the jump on the seat a break with humanity to touch the outer feat.

Crimson tides the charts and byes counter on the leak may lives by left with greater fates,

to the destiny of length in the basic of the strong brave be the flag that flew until it's dawn,

to dust in the lane that I leave with no clause as the Peter in the Pan is the whistle of the show.

Strides of imperfections to the pain of the bones a creek in the mountain and a valley for the burns,

cheekie to the state of mowing on the pickings seeds in the mustard for the keeper in the chose,

thanks for good and plenty of the kick in the score as the spoken is the center and the gifted are the bore.

Linking nothing special to the space left for sky in that realm of understanding grateful is the sigh,

got to go to get the shock as no reason in the stay is stop for many planes have soared to brought,

in the learn and witnessed by the frame enjoy the tempo of the firm as sum of deeds in tell.