This shadow behind the sun, the echo of her words,
 Meanings stuck in transit, the music of the birds,
 Brimming lives at stake, my friend, as all hearts ache,
 Years pass by like phantoms, the passions of the heart,
 Silence breeds silence,  oak and šamán, take their part,
 Forget what you remember, give and never take.
 Veil the mysteries of time with words buried in a lake.
 Mirror the wind that shakes us further into spring.
 We need what has been lost, my friend, we plead,
 Storm-tossed. Unknown unknowns, the mysteries
 We create. the stillness of the silence of the seas.
 A mirage of munificence lies deep beneath the sand..
 As days evaporate. Catch a glimpse, on the wing. Wrap 
 Your dreams around the many gravestones that abound.