Higher Sight

See for what is beauty
and stand by what is right,
Sing the songs of ancients,
and hold them your sight.

The canvas is full with color,
so silent yet so loud,
this sings to soul itself,
by the richly adorned shroud.

I’ll soar with the altospect
wind silent on my wings
and the hues of the painted sky
‘so to the spirit sings.

Sing, for the dawn is near,
See the colors through light
a brighter glow each day revealed,
from first lucem to the eye.