The horizon lightens up, the sky brightens
I stood there,
Thinking, fearing, introspecting,
dreaming dreams
no man ever dared to dream before.
The stars, like lanterns far away
Light a way in the midst of blue
So the wind may not wander astray
Through woods of sal and yew.
A nightbird lifts it's wings to flight
Like a ghost rising from the grave
And with its voice calls out the night
As it slowly ends it dark enclave
The mist falls over sea and land,
and washes away the dust.
Asleep is now both head and hand,
asleep is hate and lust.
As the olw claims back his home,
As the waves wash towards the shore.
The stars and moon disappear in foam
Its morning, morning again, once more.
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