O,luminous light,of purification 
Ravens are sleeping 
in wind of skies

Their cloth of feathers 
Lay down to rest 
Transformation awakens 
In the raven`s nest 

He told me that 
When he became a child 
He watched the worlds 
And flowers growing wild 

He told me of the bottomless soul 
Beneath it,I hide,beyond it 
I swim the non existing tide 

I heard him say 
"T is for all of the unborn, I strive" 
"T is for an eternal rhyme, 
skies of wind, wind of skies. 

I harvest the sound 
of his wings 
His wisdom 

will grow new trees 

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