Sitting midst the setting sun
Bare and tear what seemed so fun
Love so adores, love from distant shores
Out of heaven, a love that hath hasten.
Being in a point of great asunder
A roar of a great heavy thunder
Night Sky, stars high, yet all but a sigh
What seemed to be a lost memory
So valuable more than stones and ivory.
The owl flies with its huge eyes
Carrying wisdom of love and life
It shall come and it will be
Dawn breaks through, light shines into.