Waves crash across the horizon.
Salt and sand stir in the curling crests.
The sun falls into the sea, ages away.
An expanse ignites in lucid crimson.

Calmly the sea reaches for the shore.
The lonely moon floats in depthless black,
Clustered with ever endless stars
Indifferent to the futile toils of man.

The multitude of eyes that look to this sky,
And shrink from the unfathomable void,
Laugh the whole of their little lives
As they willingly wither with the weeds.

Yet there are whispers in some ancient breeze
Of a timeless dream of something more --
A future that all of man should strive for:
Free of famine, strife, and senseless war.

Yes, we must believe in something
To keep the dreadful darkness at bay,
So we have created a perfect world
Forever confined to our mythic minds.