This shadow behind the sun, the echo of her words,
 Meanings stuck in transit, the music of the byrds,
 Brimming lives at stake, my friend, as all hearts ache,
 Years pass by like phantoms, the passions of the heart,
 Silence breeding silence, pink faeries take their part,
 Forget what you remember, give and never take.
 Veil the mysteries of time, swords buried in a lake.
 Mirroring the wind tonight shakes us further into spring.
 We need what has been lost, my friend, we plead
 For what is not. Living is the mystery, we perceive 
 Yet half-create the stillness of the silence of the seas.
 The mirage of magnificence lies beneath the veil. Days
 Evaporate. We catch a glimpse, to wrap our dreams
 Around. Take care: ghost written gravestones abound.