Day shall give way to night and it will scatter the stars across the water like pearls to make a trail of cosmic light to guide the ships home. For though the world now closes in about us, the spirit of past deeds, lingers like ghosts at dusk. They haunt the night air and pervade uneasy dreams till the sun rises high and new in a dawn sky. Yet the warmth of the fresh day is no use; the world has changed and our hearts are left in the past to wonder; how did it all come to this?
© Edetric Vistal