Dancing through the silent waves

The shimmering moonlight

Over lost angels remains



Whispering through gloomy halls

Beneath the gentle soft caress

Of dreaming shadows



Flowing steams of silver

Through tidal torrents of grief

Time was never there for us

The final tide took the last ones away



Buried visions - of sunrise

Beneath the seas - of torrid soil



Slowly sinking - in the mire

Shades of - emerald fields



Our eyes can't stand the flames

Single sparkles hiding in our palms

They linger before dying away

Fading from out sigh

Loathsome are the ways of those

Who the meadows shall receive

For every glimpse of daylight must vanish

And every soul submit to tide