August 12th, 2002

Chapter Three

Many have slept, but not all
Many have awakened, but not all
The world never sleeps?
Not all

As the sun rises, it sets
As the sun sets, it rises
As the moon rises, it sets
As the moon sets, it rises

So tell me, dear, does the world sleep?
Does it rest, so not a thing is awake?
But you have said: the sun always rises
Always sets

The world is always awake

She was sitting by the window,
the night the moon fell down,
she was watching the stars go streaking
across the smooth black sky,
like long-legged creatures
skimming the surface of the water
the night the moon fell down
He fell from the sky
and his half-shadowed face
glowed pale in the streetlight
his icy blue eyes
glinting coldly below
the window where she watched

The night world it is called. Two hours of day are bestowed upon it. One, for the shining sunrise and one, for the red sunset. The Moon Fairies live in this land. They bare no wings, yet they run lightly and fade unto the wind. Four kingdoms are in this land; four realms of the fairies. In the north, there lives the evil ones.

The night so fair
Wind so cool
Deep waves of sea
Flow ever on

The stars glimmer
Spreading brightness
On deep blue sea
Reflects
Fair moon
Above the sea

The sky, the sea
Deep blue
Rushing sound
Of waves
Gusting
Wind

The wave’s lapping shore
Tide pulls in
As sun rises
Over peaks
Of blue seas
Shall endure the morn.