What horizons burst forth
When new opens the day
A cold born breeze
A haze in the distance
Brave tears for the fallen
For the soul
And restless wonders

What makes of nothing much

Gold in the eye
Fire in the heart
And glass in the hand

Gray bird is white

Tears and beauty
They drop pearls in the hand
Glass in the hand

There is mist around
Gold kisses
Too short a time to say much
Nothing much to say worth now

Blue foggy hills in the distance
The gold will be gone soon
The fire still here
And glass in the hand