Grandfather's Nature

So gone away, and so sure inside the swinging seats
To and fro, simply became a passer-by
But to his heart's content, beauty bursts out
To where is it, will his story come to

I've never seen his fragile face
Where eyes were lazy, so foreign to mine own
Ragged and broken, the shattered pottery I've never agripped
Oh disappearing one of my blood, my eyes have never known you

Deeper inside, rectified, undignified and left alive
Past construct and trignometry, the simplicity of complexity
There's more to these lives than these deep-set lines
There's more than this nature of a broken one

White flash red at the tip of the sword
Young beauty glows like white hands in blue lights
When all the colours that create myself come into collision
Lovely is the world around yours