The blood rain on the mountainside

The slow turning of the rising tide

The fire of the sun that wilts and heals

The skull that’s crushed beneath the wheel

In time, all things

The creeping growth of ancient woods

The inching death of all that’s good

The force of the hand that yearns and takes

The blue-black mirror of the moonlit lake

In time, all things

In time, all things

The wind that guides the arrow to its mark

The loneliness that reaches in the dark

The truth when found gives only pain

The leaves are waiting for the rain

The blood rain

On the mountainside

The blue-black

Moonlit lake

The skull that

Whispers softly

In time

All things

The dry land

The unflinching stars

The low stone wall

In time, all things

In time, all things

The sand bleeds

Into oceans

The stars shaken free

The blue-black mirror of the moonlit lake

The blue-black mirror of the moonlit lake

The blue-black mirror of the moonlit lake

The blue-black mirror of the moonlit lake