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.