Words through the air

Words flow through the air
like shadows of despair.
To tame the way I see and hear
like a baby learns to fear.

Morning's come to notify
of trivia that seems to fly.
Lonely shadows in the light,
singing tunes they want to like.

Of times to come 
they seem to know.
The breath of time
like melting snow.

Where thoughts dance
to sounds of roar.
Memories drift through
downs in rows.

The rage of man
seems to die.
In a cycle 
to be a lie.