The light was embered coal,
That danced within your soul,
As the sky fled from the evening,
And once again alit the coin that silvered in the night,
Though not bright its gentle light would guide me from the shadows,
The air is chilled as whipper will cried into the darkness,
As wind will moan I'm not alone deep within my chasm,
A dream of light some other night with darkness all around me,
And dream well on until the sun sweeps the dark horizons ,
As light will soon so i shall too retreat into the morning.