mystic feel like summer-rain
far is gone the vivid pain
and plain
the fault is on its way
making may

trenches on the boiling ground
frozen ever heavy pounds
profound
the light will make a sound
breaking out

butterflies and lullabies
scry the bettering of times
relight
the raven stop their flight
off the night

crimson-blue the soul will dawn
golden-red the sun goes on
for long
the rivers sing a song
green so strong

dandelions pretty bloom
chivvying the sullen mood
and soon
covetting later moons
soothing gloom