With riddles as black as coals, and answers as invisible as our past, I can only depend upon the crest of the rolling wave I now traversed; a romance worshiped only by the dreamer in us all, a psithurism of trust making its way through the years of our ascension to one day climb above the kaleidoscopic canopy of this mortal coil.
Dave Matthes, In This House, We Lived, and We Died
death, fate, love, mortal-coil, mystery, rebirth, reincarnation, romance, wind