IN A WORLD MORE ORDINARY, WOULD THE STARS STILL SHINE, MILK AND HONEY DRIP FROM THE VINE?

WOULD CLOWDS APPEAR AND FLOAT ON BY, GIVE BREAK TO AZZURE FROM THE SKY?

WOULD SEA SPRAY RUFFLE LINEN DRESS, SEND CHILDREN REALING, SOAKING WET? LET LOVERS KISS, AND HOLDING HANDS, TOUCH THEIR HEARTS AND SEE THE LAND.

THIS OLD AND ORDINARY PLACE, TO US A PALACE, A PRECIOUS GRACE!

THE STARS OF MEN, THEY DO NOT SHINE, PALE REFLECTIONS LOST IN TIME.

ALL THE ACTS THAT MEN CAN DO,NEED NIGHT TO COVER THE SOOTY HUE.

EVEN NIGHT CONNOT ERASE THE PEAL OF SIREN, THE COPPER CHASE.

VILLIANS, HYDE, LIKE JEKYLS' HEIRS. LOUNGE IN LEATHER EASY CHAIRS. STROKING SALVE INTO THEIR WOUNDS.MAKEUP ARTISTS PAINT CARTOONS.

FACES PAINTED AND PULLED BACK,ERASE THE FISSURES THAT TIME DID TRACK. LIKE ROWS FOR SEEDS OF LOVE AND CARE, ICED OVER SMOOTH NO GROWTH IS THEIR'S.

WHAT ETERNAL PATIENCE WAITS TO TRAP, THE MICE FROM OUT THIS PALACE VAST?

TO SWEEP THE DUST FROM UNDER RUG, RELEASE THE WATERS A CLEANSING FLOOD.

TO WASH IT CLEAN THE PALACE FLOOR, REFIT FOR LIFE AND LOVE AND MORE.