The void of the night,
Covering me in darkness,
is filled with bright stars.
The sea is gentle.
Delicate waves kiss the land.
It has killed many.
But one memory,
Is all that sadly remains.
Of a good nights' dream.
The snow, pure and white.
Much brightness flows off of it.
Yet it is ice cold.
The eagle learns flight.
A year to master. Yet,
he is lord of it.
Give me but a chance,
One test of this heart. Or you,
will never quite know...
The tree bares its fruit,
A painful burden of weight.
The home of it's seeds.
The sun is bright now.
It heals wounds that still remain.
The night must come soon.
