Through wide expanse and failing light,
the deep shadows warm the coming night.
With no horizon in sight to dream,
the passing waves bring no comfort or peace.
To stop is to drown,
no air to lift in flight. 
The night may pass, 
the darkness a comfort no more.
A story can only be told in light fractured,
one short moment that rings,
resounds.
The fleeting harmony of truth.