Morning sun grieves the earth crying witches release their work a friend they shared, lost to death born to life, we haven't met. Clean the crystal, looking glass darkness feeds the growing mass fires are kindled throughout the forest horns are blown to lead the lifeless my soul is scattered by the evening world this dust is what dreams have become

When shall we be settled? Alas the morning sun suspended within the space of self a cherub's wings, these treasures melt onto earth where I once dwelt grope the air as I transcend

Inside ourselves no man can touch the mindfulness we need so much affirmation I exist! The dead lost to the bliss of age. Excel in contemplation on the spirit within mindfulness lives in the air we breath in

Meditation realized relaxation, mind and perception the voices of the rising tide in the path of the storm

No man shall conquer the spirit of death memories are your to share death is the stage between our sleep inner sanctum, life within