Outside

This poem comes from the outside. A place where all art flows. Below your feet from someplace that everybody goes. A ride to some that follow. A place for those who care. A heartbeat from the planet and love for those who dare. This galaxy that dances. A doe See doe of life. For those who would not follow, a bearing made of strife. A synchrony of watches. A time-piece for a heart. A melody if practiced. The rules come out of art. For some will say a cradle that rocks you to an age. While some would say a prison to keep you in a cage. The truth that we're apart of. A pendulum of faith. Where waiting is abound with creation and his wraith.