A faded silhouette, canopy of trees through clouds
ghosts raising out of graves, buried long past
Images of dreams clothed in shrouds
dissolve and reemerge as if shifting sea foam vast
Gray is the day, splotches of mottled green
Dim light peers through mist\'s parted sheets
Chamber music, in call of birds not seen
echoes \'or narrow trails, nature\'s cobblestone streets
Breaking sun\'s egg yolk, pours through gaps
painting dark shade golden
running through rent cottony wraps
revealing life with bright liquid light molten