Answer In the Wind

The field of grain is gold As harvest moon its eerie red visage will unfold The birch sings ballad of the old What we can’t see is there in idea world all powerful even if it we cannot behold It is a concept best described as horizon’s expanse In which falcon rather than buzzard will dance Falcon because there is form it does not happen by chance This form with buzzard has lot in common its ethereal and it’s hard to tell the two apart from distance Like flaying fifteen miles above the sea The wind runner crane seems to be Flying beyond destiny But paradoxically beyond destiny would also be destiny In finalization of idea and mass separation That falcon has form dazzles the imagination Yet he is there master of all creation With Eye can take an action The holly dew ornaments the web of destiny which is spun The new day in its silk has begun Day of shimmering moon and rising sun But it is not brute force that will lead one to this bastion Eye looks gently on divine history In each there is majesty But the one of true spirit is one for me Yet it has form with which one can unify but only if so fit Eye will see In justice is perfect in paradoxes soul will remain free Perfect math looking down at Pleiades in yet above ultimate key Mesmerizing what can’t be named correctly The form that starts at the base of it is yet it is truly beyond destiny