Sketchers drawing imaginations of life.
Somewhere a broth is being made.
Someplace souls are wailing,
Notwithstanding the songs within,
Life is still being wished to be
Along the heaven frontier,
Friends wished they could get another chance.
Long faces of our dead members,
Dead living and not living dead
Sweat assume to wash their faces
For a new lease of life in a world far from us
A poet joins sketchers in drawing,
Only this time with words from nowhere
Dramatic songs of the past, present and future
That adds to the human longing
About a home far away.
14th October, 2006