First—a white chapel—words like doves,

But more than words, far more than words—

Gliding through hearts, these are small white birds—

Bring thunder and joy from above,

Thunder and joy of hope and love.

Next, all gray matters of the world—

Of ravens and houseflies, of rain

Things so ordinary to the brain

But in gray, all hues are unfurled—

The world’s great rainbow is unfurled.

Last, the black and red bleeds through,

Newborn chants of death and dying—

Of Planet Earth with Hades lying—

Words die on tongues, then born anew,

We will die, never born anew.