Waterfall - a prelude

On the morn, of the end of all queries,
We'll slip into peace,
We'll slip out unwary,
Renege on all void and reach
For
The Glow.
On our day, in the land of the fairies,
The winds of the meadow,
The winds of the prairies,
With memories of two lives will,
Flow.
Flow, till it snows.