And dreams like these become the seeds

With which we place the light beneath

The ground has not the breadth to see

When empty creatures freeze their sleep

There are time in angels discreet

We've seen from angles in between

High in the air, the blue turns green

Seasons too late, teen endless steam

Towards lands that were not ever seen

In myths that have not been written

The dreams like these that once have been

Will never cease to be again

When we're gone

Will you remember me?

Will they want

To know what we used to see?

Can these caves

Maintain the writing on the wall?

Or like me

Will these too one day fall?

Or will they crumble to the sea

While creatures that I've never seen

Come to be how they will be

Exactly how they want to be?

Up and then

Down, down, down

Up and then

Down, down, down

Up and then

Down, down, down