To Be Found

[seeyat]

I don't hold it against the past that they've not asked,
I know they'd have loved what they may have tasked,
I'm not that kind of man nor could I turn to be,
That life but for a few is something I could never see,
My heart has no home nor shall it ever now,
I'll drift and be a friend to all those among the clouds,
Love doesn't need one to be good at a thing,
It's a piece of home within a feeling, a tone that we sing,
We are beauty within a phrase, the things we hear and praise,
I'd not be one to see less in each and all our passing days,
I know there isn't life in loss but rather what we gain,
There's more to all we are while seeing joy throughout our pain,
So take this broken moment, and turn it in your mind,
You should see more than hope within the fragments that you find,
Your life is nothing less than extraordinary grace,
For all of us are blessed with so much time within this place,
You'll know I don't identify with any of what's known,
For blessings may be virtues but they lack a single tone,
They're brought to life by those now gone, with peace and love in kind,
Who we are and what we will to be in what we find,