The wait was over went the come of remembrance was so that sand and Sun do I recall thus the God was mad that the retreat was more to the heart that no armor could cry that noon was the sweat tears that went unwashed in the tides every morning until the night only to dream of night wear the wash would wipe it away the candle blew forever since

The drenching of the haze to come was on no timeclock but more on a clout the sun would be brilliant in and past days that vains what it grows that if every wish was granted the world would be not a place to recall until looked around and stared with closed eyes from the bask so she was crowned on her first night shining against the shadows caster luminous so to not done it was cared as if not to be so the moonless nights remind that fire cant go in the water but we were to see radiant night first for the dark came before light and moon after sun then came earths clarion