And to the dust of Sun,
Rays of hazzy light
Tainted by the grace of life,
Hindered by whispers of Man.
Drowned in the sounds of Whales
Swimming in liquid obsidian
Dyed to shining moonlight,
Obscured through lens of hate
And the settled wonders of pain.
Dried in duststorms of memories,
Held by a world wondering
How it came to be -
How could it come to be,
And to the dust of Man.