8

It's been lost and gone

Unsaid and undone

Missing words in between

Whether it was real or a dream

Forecasting shadows

An indecisive mountain

Unwilling to

Give what should have been saved

Turns into a sacred oath instead

Spirit of a crawly meadow

Lost in the backyard

Of any duality

Taken by none

Upon the series of time

Will what has been lost

Be substitutable this nine

Eight of the resting kind

Rise upon the clouds of deed