It finds the tome of fire

To the water spire

If that were a waterfall

They could see water

Opening then closing eye lids

Opening and closing

Yes the world is opening

With flowers every hour

The mist is disappointing

As I rearrange my head

And here

It is here again

The less I am against

The more I am for

As the day comes again

And I love the night time weeping

Things return

Like songs in silence.