An open sea
That I once saw
In a childhood dream
A silver line
Beneath the waves
Of a frozen tide
The dark waters
Washed away
All that burns
Ghosts passing by
Anchored ashore
Heaving in sight
Dreams in the making
Pale diamonds in the sky
Happiness courts the new light
Should the rain awake us
Before we hit the ground
Reaching to our makers
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