Painted Over Masterpiece

I.
Secretly yearning for a complicated life, you watch
the clock tick seconds away like embers rising from the fire,
never to return again.

Unanswered questions float by like chaff taken on the wind:
Can this life be counted as something?
Or are my fingers just struggling through the motions?
In this daytime darkness, will I ever see light?

II.
A star is alone in the forever distant night, waiting and desiring.
He isn't able to touch or even learn of his coveted brethren,
He sits in his windless, cold chamber reaching out his light
to caress the face of the one he loves.

A millennium passes, and the journey ends.

The ocean pushes rivers and the rivers flow to uneven places.
The water falls into mismatched rainbows as the light smuggles its way into the mist.
Refracted beams dance their way from water to ground, and ground to sky.
Invisible but seen, the domed horizon scatters the light, as rain, back to the treetops.

The most deeply canopied forest can't keep this light away though it protects its
precious ground with phalanx strength, the battle rages, but the jealous limbs cannot hold on.
Pierced through like a calculated spear thrust, the light illuminates the moist dirt.
Just below the surface worms slowly and meticulously till the earth.
They find a buried secret screaming to be known, a lone seed.

Pushed into darkness and forgotten in existence, despair!
Enslaved to hopelessness the captive waits, a lifetime passes.
Only at the struggle of her love does freedom come.
Ground breaks and air is breathed, the two are one.
Rings mark the growth as the two loves give and receive without hindrance.

III.
Don't believe the silence in the gallery, for you are a painted over masterpiece.
Kept safe from thieves and vandals that would steal and keep you until your colors fade.
For dogs howl at the moon, because they can't accept her bright beauty, but
Bears rest under her reflected light in contemplation of the coming day,
protecting what is dear to them from the lurking lupine presence.