I cry with you crying, my tongue feels you salty and moistened.
He is a traveler, you quest for his sensation Fly fly lofty with thee I swing stay wild in grace and high in dreams for you bring hope to tomorrow to the fleeting sun.

With moistened air breaks we wake. Vivid with song and laughter, in yellow baked haze I dry my smile with warmth in my eyes, and thoughts of remembrance.

This light which bonds surrounds me living whole with the pulse of time. Though lifting from hell with these weightless lines they fall trapped with arrhythmia. Rolling on barren ground move all seers words, how they come to bare their burden.

They learn over and over again. In wanting no more they breach perfection bellowing with statements wring their bells unquestionable.