To see the robes of the angels
dance in the flutter of the breeze
to feel the motion of the earth
in the rustle of the pinewood trees
there are somethings that slip away
and somethings you never forget
there is a light that\'s searching for me
but it has not found me yet
can you hear the ancient voices
calling from time so far out of mind
the foresaken have been banished
the forelorn seek but can not find
the timeless , aimless age old relic
there is a light that\'s searching for me
but it has not found me yet
in a timeworn breeze
in the lost glowing ember
of unrequited love lines
in the primitive sway of
forgotten yellow pines
in the burning light of a vanquished heart
beating in the chest of antiquated skies
in a holy mission that\'s reduced to
the slightest flicker in your eyes
do you even hear the
whisper of this prayer
as a primordial darkness descends
and is searching for me here
in the ever changing landscape
of the colors of my palette
that breathless expanse of endless light
just might find me yet