Living my fears and dreams night and day,
I sleep in one, wake in the other.
Many things I try to hold at once
After a step they slip in the way
to be never recollected.

The deep blue sea
Would swarm the sand as it ascends.
As expected, the sand couldn't do anything But to let it be.
Lowly, the sun would just stare
And have nothing to do with it,
So it brings light.
Flocks of birds would just ignore,
And fly through the clouds.

As time pass,
The sun couldn't light anymore.
The sea would get tired by swarming.
Then, the sand would leave out hanging
With the bright full moon.
Usually, the waves will ascend more,
Yet not to through the sand.
There, the sand would just dry out
Until some shell and mussel appear.
Conscience is the only way to make the sea stop.

Here it is,
Days flew away,
And many shells have collected.
Yet the normal still isn't coming.
Until volcanoes erupted.
The seas became red.
And sand would smile with the sun,
Yet the marks are still a memory.
A memory that the sand would never forget.

The night is always dark with light,

Even when you look around,

There would be still a beam of light,

That would never leave until dawn,

Signifying there would be always a hope,

In a matter where you just see darkness.