Falling into open sky,
Crows sweep through glitsening waves,
Trees blow round through sweep of night,
and dust caves in on an innocent fight,
Jumping through skin of a new born child,
with rage rushing in as day becomes night,
dust lands on the tear drop that rained,
finds its way back to a song that it sang,
Secrets it finds in the moon lit hours,
Pain was never felt as a story untangles,
now then has peace brought pain,
All who know nothing will pass the test,
undressing filth that once lay to rest,
now stirring to peaces as settling occurs,
awaking an hour once lost in fight,
now walking though medow and buds of flower,
Peace brings end to all that hides,
Heroes set free late in the fall,
nothing to world may bring all home,
As the magic dust blows and blows.
