The winds beckon time,
It blows as clocks do chime.
And shapes horizons,
With both eyes in,
No matter what the crime.
I\'ll die a night and regress,
The heartbeat in your chest,
And listen to the words,
Whispered where the winds have stirred,
The moment nature kisses,
Lips of an eclipse,
And the sun will fall,
Pertaining all,
Who witnesses the moon to shadow,
As steel chimes they sway and rattle.