Like the ocean falls and rises,
And the wind carries the sea,
So your skies begin to brighten,
As the cloud gather to tighten.

The light peaks through,
And covers pale, golden sand,
To warm our hands.

We talk of love and loss,
Looking fondly back on beginnings.

Before our hearts began to break.

We hear the storm far in the distance,
Now at long last it has passed.

So, we rise to walk,
Cloaked in tawny, amber rays,
And pray for brighter days.

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