A quiet stillness
in Summer souls tis
all we need for
peace to rise

Waning moons shine
over old times
yet youth seems waisted
in waxing light

Bring bliss and bread
The circus is
bout to start
on these tides

Careless whispers
Empty shouts
Here they drown
on waves of doubt

Left for uses
Useless muses
Sing a swan song
on barren seas

When the storms rage
at the last age
where will this purpose
leave us be