We, the ephemeral people,
fading with the Moon’s last rays.
Lost and found…
and lost again,
in the riptide of the gyre.

Such distant dreamers,
with whom lost love lingers.
Harboring hearts of steel and sun,
forging souls to stay the doubt.

Our moments all stolen,
surrendered to the night.
Darkness comes with mouths to feed,
feasting on desire.

These dwindling lights,
fight with fading fury.
The ebb and flow,
ebb and flow,
of incandescent souls.