While The Name Is Going Away From The Stone

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