Their shadows hover above- they don't have names Their hands recline- left in loneliness The grief is the revelation which they discover They want to hear an answer from the silence When the name is going after them… …Their spirits bring about oblivion Quiet lit in the storms Fire is burning the eyes that saw The names are their massages That you cannot open The grief is theirs now- the immortals cry Is echoing back in the space You always hear it when you stand Close to the sky When you run with the wind you will be with them When this is your wish it is the last and eternal