The sun is a gentle fire
Sedating the world in hazy slumber
Through rays vast billows unfold
Dazzling like opal and gold
The lustre of years foretold
Each day lives only a day old
Time wither like wind
Trembles, decays from within
From ankles flourish feathered wings
Traverse the lands, hearkening
The voice of flowers
And other silent things
The waning glow of daylight
In your shadows i find respite
Oceans of lapis and green
Shimmer with the purest sheen
To the furthest crevices of the earth
We voyaged through death and birth
The sky was luminous and whole
Cleansing the chasms of our souls
From ankles flourish feathered wings
Traverse the lands, hearkening
The voice of flowers
And other silent things