Amelia

Can you tell me exactly, why does the back door, hang between moon and sky, what has been buried, and other parts ignored, on this winter night, don't need an inquiry, when truth is sought, then takes flight, witness the time, when we walked forloorn, to reach for the sight, some stand politely, bring as they're taught, to makes others happy, every walk of life, ends with a nought, those who delight, ring fog bells ashore.