Reflections on an Image

paralyzed with eyes
set adrift upon the skies;
like the village smitty singing
while he hammers his heart is melting
I recognize in image parts
the lengths that ignite men's hearts
the gentle curve of inviting limbs
serve as the muse of my dreams
Oh! to see the whole
would be beyond mortal control.
This is the cruelty of the Gods
simple men can't surmount such odds
hammer, hammer away and mold
your dreams, fighting against the cold
they alone must your furnace be
till she bless you with more to see...