All the worlds that we contain After-images of light The dusk descends Behind the clouds of your iris Intertwined With darker shades That resonate through life We used to speak in colours We used to hear the songs Of those who are to follow Names called from the dust Sand choked glass veins of time We were the mirage and the echo Waiting for gaze Waiting for voice That would resonate through life We used to speak in colours We used to hear the songs Of those who are to follow Names called from the dust See what I see Feel what I feel