Sun Cycle

And pulled the shade
And from the visions, riding heavy sea
Behind her back
And here through the window
Then the morning roars

And then the darkness came

And burn the ringing, don't wanna carry inside
Images flown
That cast the ships
To a clear green game
I saw a quickening eye
From the tainted table
It's silver spoon that was breathing stars
That made the table in an infinite tangle
Into a sink as man
All wrapped on velvet feet
With the strings of a veil
Like the birds of high
That was serving time
Reflecting time in the blowing night
And cut me a pack, of a famous sword
And from the visions, riding heavy sea
Sharp to east
Her magnitude

Lapping up the winds