What is After a Long Blue Night?

 

Doubts arise at the sheerest time.

Light was thought to be lost.

 

Blue had grown grey hair.

Faithless fable unravels under the foam coated colossal waters.

 

Such a beautiful yet troubled realm.

The only longing is to dwell in light and be freed through the waves.

 

There are songs of pebbles where the water meets land.

The moon sheds silver hue to where the water meets air.

 

Moon waxes and wanes and tides listen to the moon.

It is a blessing and a suffering that never runs dry.

 

Look right into my eyes of the mind.

Tell me, what is after a long blue night?