Trust in dust comes no more

Wayward light pushes me

A bottle floating in her hope

Let your light shine down

Resurrect the heart of sound

Love me well

Boon travels into the heathen rescue of flowers

Moon folds shadows to cups seeking lasting hours

Worn corners as the sleeve bleeds into would be

Torn fabric weaves into the black heart in our sea

Wind travels from sunken chest to river of whom

Tomb left on a pyre of smoke, as coyote will find

Mind is empty on a post release of final power

Hour passes to the avenue of hearts almost blind

Return lady reaches the perfect mark placed page tore

Born once again on willow of breaking souls to more

Unborn child pushes against a new world so perfect of store

Reminders of new at home slackers of fate in bottle pours

Angel on a star signs to be

Spirit on heavens door left

Ripple of wedge christen fate

Laughter is sent on hope gone

Trust in dust comes no more