In Tides of a Dream.

In light upon the whispering wind, upon the sands of time, the hours stretch the moments lent in thought for our design. Inside our mind, and in transition fleeting to be grasped, the words within our means reflect our feelings from the past. Upon the breeze, that sights the weather, friendly streams shall blow, on ripples in the force of levels, running rivers flow. Upon the banks and on horizons sailing ships are seen, within the nether reaches set, in tides upon a dream.