Plaintive figurines walking in the shadows
ephemeral visions, hardened minds
may they make the trills rise,
those ripples in the still waters,
whence came they?
a hard abide , a soft fall, boughs are what make the wind sigh
Take from the skies what peals of laughter reside,
wrap them slowly and make them pretty,
your glances, your soft whispers, those make the heart glad
who is there to watch the bird fly?
rise high and take flight,
Carry the song to the ether ,