'breaking morning,
shining sunrise,
beautiful as dawn is,
bathing eclipse,
is light regardless,
sees the godless soul,
sold in this newborn doves gold,
alone the shimmer,
depthless oceans battle,
disposing of bleeding tools,
as nothing, is what appears,
within shadows and holograms,
pause, seeking for a heartbeat,
a wave finds it,
transmitted into memoirs,
for love as a prayer,
love of its silent supreme.'