Another hour has passed,
The waves crash, the lightning cracks,
To the shore float glowing shards of glass,
She unwinds her silk woven purse,
Surveys the sand that was burned,
Fills her sheath with hour's glass,
Awaits the storms return,
She dances til' night and nobody asks,
She crafts an iridescent mask,
When the clouds come lusting back,
The moment she has yearned,
She looks to the sky with crystal laced eyes and beckons the night "rebirth!"
The moon reflects,
The rain drops inject rare color spectrums,
The water the moon the clouds the glass: "Reflect, Rebirth, Remain en-tranced,
A sculpture you'll be, preserved in times glass,
And days may pass and nights may pass,
But upon the next storm my child, you will be born from the sand,
And the ocean will whisper of how innocent life has forever began,
And free love will reside in the heart of this land,
Reflect Rebirth En-trance."
