The stars return, the night time levy, waters trickle fast. The dams replete, the rains are heavy, storms have since been past. A million miles of shadows stretch, upon the darkened wilds, as travel through our dreams by day, is hidden in the trials. The shapes will move, within the setting sunlight in the dusk. The world is turning through the depth of light in which we trust. The pearly glare within our heavens blinding wicked loom, will cast in space the hands and face, the man within the moon.