Far away on tides of blue, father still then havens of gray. Stretching across those wondrous fields farther still then the breaking day. Reaching fourth strands of hope, grasping for life in the depths.
A light appears in the mire, a hope filled with deepest desire. The eminence of this light priceless the glory of its beauty, eternal.
The stars gleam the darkness beams, the heavens soar and the moon drifts and dreams.
The night is alive under this sleepless light, stars shift and sway. To the beat of its reflecting gleam, the galaxies drift away, away.
The wolf cries mournfully to it's long lost love. The moon in return shines all the brighter.
The heavens rejoice for the light is theirs, the songs of the deep rising higher and higher. The night is alive under the sleepless light, The stars arrayed in all their splendor.
The night is alive with color and life Love and peace, beauty and such magnificence.
When the sleepless lights shines ever bright, the darkness fades and the night comes alive.