Breath shows in cold air
The light of the day disappears
Shades of grey the daylight falls, fade
Standing under setting sun
Edges of the sky are fraying, circumventing of life
Tamed voice of ancients proclaimed the elders
The only remains of freedom
Being the pulsing light of eternal ground
Wilderness revealed moving slowly
Across the sky swings down
From amidst the clouds the night sky rises, dark
The slightest touch of the sun's
Enigma sparking through the darkness
Like a force fighting to be free
The encroaching light once brigher
