Worn out past
Stay lost
Second hand light
Shines off of red leaves

Passed down alps
Leading the Sun astray
A sleeping spark
Explodes

And reminds me of everything
Of days seen
Of pain had
In constant flow

Rearranging lights
Guiding
Glass colonnade
Next to eternal

Why not break
To contemplate the ruins
A newfound arch
Takes form

And reminds me of everything
Of days seen
Of pain had
In constant flow
(In constant flow)

A birch
Right by the grave
Growing

See through its eyes
The far and the near
Speak through its mind
The sound of hope

In emptiness
Roaring
You will discern
The new Moon hiding