Life whispers through the mist,
As the grey water ripples slowly,
A slight breeze on the winds,
Changes all things unknowingly,

Birds of bones Clothed craw to claw in black,
Scratch at passing hours,
Nails on chalkboard teeth to grind,
Filing at daylights powers,

Sensory shadows dance,
Provocative and disturbing,
Curling and tearing at bleak visions edge,
Strangely alluring,

A sirens song of a sailor’s death,
Whistles on the breeze,
Don’t you know it dangerous?
To sail the seven seas,

But as life whispers through the mist,
And the grey water ripples slowly,
A slight breeze on the winds,
Changes all things unknowingly,

Earth and sea begin to meld,
And what was once is now gone,
Life leaves your breath behind,
To go dance with the sun.