Over the edge beyond the waterline Where sea and sky are wielded by colour, Beyond our sights into the vacant brine Hangs stars dull shined unmarked by our scholar. Bright Sol, cast through the cold winter weather Upon stone charts of soil come beckoning, Around the hemisphere, boats in tether Pierce cascading shimmering reckoning. Guardian Helios guiding lightning Through atmospheres familiar to our eyes, Bring pantheons archaic, frightening And make us venerate Gods by our lives. Our anchors oscillate, locked by the pier, Our minds contorted, engulfed by the fear.