Beneath the glowing moon at night upon the waters face, the tides consort upon the thought within our knowing space. Upon the heavens conscious feel, within our time and need, the shadows will reflect the shade the darkness will conceive. Upon the spirits set to seek the shadows we entail; the moon is mast upon the past on this Earth where we sail. Upon the mighty cross winds that the hull is fast to stand, the waters slice the ports advice the starboard will command. Beneath the pale blue moon in flight beneath the glowing loom, the currents stand quite steady as the waves will be consumed. Within the spectre of the night, upon the western feel, the light is set quite clearly to the stars that its revealed.