Swirling, swirling echoes of greens
Gem stones shining like
A lonesome star
Magnificently beating
Evoking some sort of light

One can never pass
The cry of those
Left behind in their own graves
He was like a ghost
Shimmering slightly
Whistling an empty tune
While climbing the chimneytops
To heaven's embrace
Racing to never catch his breath

Her nimble smile fluttering
Behind the iron ivory wrought gates
Under the chiming calls,
Crying beautifully she wonders
Closer to the music
Where her fingers could finally
Strike the light of dawn