When You Come And Stay (From, Dried Flowers)

When you come and stay within this or that, Someone spells it out from the world you know; From what we deserve and in reformat, Holding its place in its environment lingo. Since the hour was clear against its own sight, With the wounded holdings that never stay; When dark was in the starry clearings light, Twinkling of old unveiled its space and way. I wouldn't know the gold that holds the lines, That brings space into its own true image; And gives all the surface the lustrous shines, This is the fore between odds and scrimmage. Searching goes on where a meaning unfolds, Through the base of life and other footholds.