Paths crossing throughout dust
With no eyes left to see
Glances touch
Whispers vaunt about things left
About what was given and what was taken
What was risen and what was destroyed
The closed coffins
Have already blackened all
And beauty's scraped
Off the rotten wood
A suffocated yearn
And nothing to witness
Held hands
And spoken words
Words that conjoined
The thousand colors
Dressing the never ending rivers
The curtains close
And the sun drowns quietly
Feathers left to the earth
Swing along with the wind
Part ways and dissolve
Where the ground dies
Nothing remains
With no eyes left to see
Glances die