Raison D' Etre Poem by Lorraine Margueritte Gasrel Black

Carved in stone as statues sleep
And lasting to the eye
We in life have to seek
Or dance on celestial sky

Evasive to my hand or heart
I wonder who you are
As the sprites who dance or part
Encased by celestial stars

As your loving hands caress
Or morning cups the Sun
The fool on the hill unharassed
By the runner whose mile is run

For as life's wisps we shall bring
The shine to the morning star
All are born to live and sing
Before night proclaims we were.