risen

[cacian]

without the stars
that shine our moon
the shimmers of the darkness
dooms

without the sirens
of the flutes
the muse is nothing
but a brood

the silken voyage
of the truce
grip our eyes up
to the skies

the havens shades of the
unknown is
is baren
lathen
without a songe

out comes the silence
from the cores
submerging flauds
of sanctum falls

without the breezes
of the faune
the gentle waves
that shakes our dawns
from dormant stern
to gentle aure,
nay is a the brighteness
of the sun
that rises time to dayness comes.