Stillness at the break of day

From the cool and coarse sand

A line is cast

And time unwinds

~

Strangers weave into the soul

In colorful flocks

Their melodies preach of distant shores

~

On the verge of darkness

Adrift in the blue

Stray fragments of the world

Piece together at last

~

Is it only a dream

An apparition from the shapeless past

Or the open arms of fate?