Not All Is As It Seems

The smell of rain from the window pane As distant thunder calls A flash of light, a breath of hope Everything must fall Be it heavy drops of sky Or shadows nightly cast Be it soon or far from sight Nothing here shall last Listen closely, can you hear? The humble find their voice The true of heart long set apart Finally rejoice Born into a sacred night Of light, of dark, of dream Of breath and being as a thought Not all is as it seems