Heart of Fools

Once upon a morning bloom,

Marched on, a fool

A fool with heart

As any fool should rightly have.

Such heart, they said,

Could turn to lead.

In lightless rays,

In darkest times,

From stone, to ash, and ash to dust

And dust was shed.

But now, saw dread

An evening came and went to toil

Such minds of men,

To sleep, such endless sleep,

Such peaceful sleep

Could make them weep

For those who had not joined them.

Stuck in life, and left to toil fell others, who

With wisdom, and all hearts as good men have,

Burnt to ash

And ash to dust

And dust to wind to join their brothers

In sleep, such endless sleep.

So fools, moved on

In morning blooms,

With good hearts, foolish hearts,

To mourn the lost,

Those lost to death, who could not take

Their brothers with them.

Our fool, as good men fall

Saw little remorse for such good men things,

Of which he held no shame.

No shame indeed, could hold such fear

In light of darkness rays

And darkest times

Held in sleep, so eternal, so near.

Such shame, they said, would fall to toil

The minds of men, such foolish men,

Of which they saw no salvation.

But stone to ash and ash to dust

And dust to wind carried a tone

So sweet.

To meet the king of fools.

Who saw to men

To keep on living.

Our fool they said, was killed in bed,

To join his brothers, there in death.

And death showed him such good

Such good, they said, that men with heart

As all good men had

Showed to their kin,

Spoke naught of sin.

It was a sleep so peaceful.

So child, my dear,

With heart, as all good men hold

So near to fools,

Who scoff and laugh in face of light,

But fear the darkness clear,

With stone to ash

And ash to dust

To dust to wind

And wind to God

Such darkest times are spent away,

In hourly breaths of shining days,

In morning blooms, which hold such fools,

Who run from death yet fear the day.