An undercurrent of coolness Murmurs in the distance, As the night shadows Over a language of a thousand tongues. A bite of indifference bitterly breaks the silence. The transformation looms. A darting melody shoots across the sky, As the pure light of my mind Seeks a dance of flavour. A Labour of gratitude Lays abandoned on the riverbank. I seek no mercy, Just the stillness of the night. And when will the golden sky appear? The ignition of the fire inside permeates the soul, As the blend of existence Bursts into life. The shape of romance plays into my hands, As the inner mirror reflects innocence. The autumnal ether switches sides, As the world appropriates Timeflow. The syllables and parables crack the taste of forgiveness, And when we finally deliver remembrance, life will be ours.