A storm beyond what eyes can see But read my palm till the end Deafening smoldered persistence A rift never destined for mend A somber lament insignificance Lines traced in your eyes no repent Horizons of fire dance with gypsy intent Lustfully wisdom blankets our eyes Hypnotized by fires inside A Vessel unearthed and burning And learning to burn alive A sway of hand has taken our sight Tint of drum hint of light