Flash of air upon the light of time.
Wisps of tomorrow through the sea divine.
Smell of lilies in fields lost.
Seeking through turmoil, through price and cost.
Changing, shifting, through rivers that light one kind.
Hope beyond pure reason, fading from fright.
Red eyes glow like coals of dying fire.
Beyond secrets that paint pictures.
Lost in beauty they become beacons of trial.