Poetry evokes emotions and paints a dream. Mere words amok visions, colors, and prisms. These lines one upon the another build to a sound. And the wind blows through these feelings. Then you find yourself taken away. These paths painted by Silvereyes Andromeda sing old songs. We can only move on for the ride of our lives. Finally, there is nothing left but the embers glowing and the sparkle in our eyes.