Deeper than a man can search his soul there is a lake

Death and Beauty are one as fall torches burn

Red embers fly and graze his face

Sparking souls, igniting songs to burn anxiety,

Snapping the tethers holding his soul in his chest

Blue mirror shows Soul escape from Singers throat

Flying to bask in setting sky-fire:

Destined to follow the Sun around our blue-green melting pot..

Forever