Iridescent light fades
Fighting to a loss against the dark
Soon there will be no gray
Fallen leaves full of colour
Lose their context
And find safety in the shade
Everything falls black
Not the black from a painters pallet
But the one we knew before birth
And In this forest full of sound
We may yet find our eyes
And search for the sky with our voice
After the children of night
Must come those born to the dawn
What light may touch
And what colours survive
Uncertainty before the sun
Left by the wisdom of the lost
