A shadow remains at the edge
Frightened by the flashing of the light
the dawn staggered, stretching
And out of the stillness,
The fire, it climbed to the roof
of the sky where it burned
A shaft of light, it shattered the cloud
And out of this numerous mass,
In procession from intricate darkness
They beckon to me and you
Broken by the echo of the dawn
And the wind returns into the night
Upon its wings rides the shadow breeze
It flies along the edge of
We danced through the forest,
that told us to follow the wind
Shall I remember the children at play
Or the birds skipping skitter
in the morning's first rain
Or the wind's intense whisper
as it screamed out a warning to me
And the wind returns into the night
While others know the rules
When darkness was touched
by the brown sparrow singing
Round ringing of bells and the joy
when the morning stood still
Wind returns into the night
A path is lit by the lantern's dim glow
and merge with other flames
Dreams of children singing
Twisting out of the garden
From the light to the darkness
And now I see the other side
Where children lift their hands
and try to hide their faces
All worn by the memory of sorrow
Some crying, eyes covered,
but frequently failing like me
Left with only the silence