Vague Images Poem by Rondel Forjes

Glorify thee inspirations with laced stars,
For they think nothing but the safety of dawn.
Rough surface of hands be softened.
Falling sweat under the sun be wiped.
Even the painting on that wall looks so tired.
It curves,
And a glitter in the eye can be seen.
For us..,
When shall the little bird realize this thing?
Is it when the time already reached their time? Or,
Is it when our ideas already reached the edge of conscience?
Their hardships...
It is already bitten by our actions.
For them... think,
Look unto the mirror!