The raven’s call make us believe,              
Believe we may be more than we can.        
The doves listen close                           
For things that we ne’er cherish most        
While we sink into the sand.                          

Calls bellow and their wings do flap            
Higher to the sun do they ascend.                
Follow them we do             
Towards horizons and oceans blue              
In hopes of making amends                            

Crests rise to where eyes cannot meet      
Realizing what has been found, they hid.  
In streets of marble                                          
And temples hollow,
Still are words that utter so subtle,
Life will die without its rib.