Coming home with rainbow fire,
as sparks of sand that are swirling in the wind.
Let us leap down for a moment,
and find ourselves in silent oceans,
which tell us that they are no longer with us.
They are in the circle of infinity,
with the waves that are moving ever higher,
and into the misty stars of love.
We say goodbye,
in the April wind of gusty tears,
which fly with words of tragic wisdom.
And they go into the land of which we know,
only as the silent dreams of evermore.