Found Them There

The lips were many small fires, the eyes moon.
Water for a heart; a spirit of paper bells.
Fashioned from heaven to aspire to the earth.
The wings of song’s way; the ears, two and many.
Any speed was a treasure of legacies deep as sky.
For finding of seven holy questions inside.
Heights were condensed, into bodies with minds.
No one could ascertain the labyrinth’s true extent.
Lost sounds in the children’s knowledge.
The eyes were water, the lips were tiny birds.