Your mutable haze

A fog on what we see

Spilled onto the earth

The earth that grounded thee

I peer into your well

The water vanishing

Your sacrifice

An eternal spring

Does it feel like wrath, growing older?

The wells of spring hath flowed over

The ashes fell, the soil has since dried out

The bonds we shared have met their maker now

Does it feel like wrath, growing older?

The wells of spring hath flowed over