Thousand eyes, surrendering stones,
shall I lie or carry on?

Silent caves with hunting past
grey to gold to deadly dust

A glimmer drains a drop of rain
a crowded rainbow up to the stars
single paths with no refrain
finger's touches in my memoir

Is it a wish, is it a sign?
It is the nature of my mind
is it the world, is it a rhyme?
It is a magic intertwine