The wondrous mystery clings to the wall,
Vines curling in the dimensions of darkness and dawn,
Reasons behind songs of love,
Words from the letters veiled,
The unknown story, the hidden truth,
Intriguing the conscience, burning the desires of heart.
Calling me to dance to the rhythms of silence,
To repeat the ballads not heard,
To follow the sound of green and brown,
Into the dark valley of musings.
Intriguing the conscience, flaming the desires of heart