A distant imagining of a light peaking over horizons like twilight at dawn, 

As the sun so sweetly sings its soft fluorescent song

And the seas clamour for the blessing of my stone cold eyes,

All for nought but a mere glint of lunar from the barren night sky.

Arise, dear tides, and cry for the spent dusk once longed.

Again you shall fall to the depths of the home you despaired so long,

Arousing nights to rise anew through blue plains of ruptured sunlight,

Averting eyes from dim light once deemed so bright.