A small story

She sits atop the holy rocks
He stands to guard the merry talks
Her flowing locks dance with winds
His golden curls speak his whims
Her eyes rested on the drunken wares of love
His on the sun, that had no end in its cove

And as the sun fell into the penuries of sea
Hope shivers as the cold waves gush by
Entangled with the warmth of the lonely sun,
She shivers as the moon creeps

Clouds hinder the starry night
They float in the gardens of thee
But down on the ground that with the sea is bound
Two men cry in despair
And it might take a lot more than just trials
To mend the day with a repair

They search for it on the starless shore
They search the same in the sea,
But they find not that one tool to steer
To bribe the fear in them.

His golden curls - now dim in dark
Her flowing locks now dread
She climbs down the rock with fear
He slowly towards her tread

And something happens - and the heavens behold
They meet and lose the cold
In the subtle radiance of the moon that chills
They find the shards of hope

They hope for love when the sun is out
They hope for the sun itself
And the Lord smiled in his vast skies
For had passed what he held for men
He had passed them the light
And there is no fear that love can't break
Against hope stands no fright...

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