The Master Carpenter

Having spent much of my entire life it seems somehow cluttering a shadows Walls with window box residue: inside these rooms considering now the hands of time's Potter and I but this clay while closing gently these doors; lowering her windows drawing light's Shades another moment amid a life's journey while traveling far beyond, chances place ? Once more consolation's road winding unto it's summit in hope's, extended range; this sphere Above serendipity's perceptions reflections penetrating, of beautiful bright, reasons.... Subduing dust to be placed in a canister be understanding's soils what purpose: promises Gathering about, stain covered palms ? Tilling this mixture of me shall we see these, renovatives Dreams such jewels their visions sprinkled atop petals as brushed aside, the partition's dividing calls Meek pastel clarities gentle lines; passing through another corridor inside; cluttered walls a shadow's reprise Reminding myself yet again as we close time's door lowering diablo's blinds ? These eyes gliding past Her balustrade unto Beauty's newly carpeted landing renovation's you and me: silent serenity gazing humbly Slowly aross a reasons treasures; thought condemned but never, within: Love's revelations His resurrecting, hands.