Feast On Your Life Poem by Ruth Rayment

While we sit n feast on your life
You know ours is far from over
Never complete
Never judged
Never right
The sun no longer shines
From left to right
The light still blinds the pupils
In sight
Nor shall the forever moving
Eternally begotten clouds fade
So pure faded white
The sky continually glowing
The shade of blue
I never knew the sky
A sky of such wideness
And capacity seen in your room
Could portray or attempt to do.