And summer smells caress the cage And curtains flutter in a rage. Rides the breeze in harmony. Yet swells strong, filling Castle's moat. From heart erupted song so true That swelled and swelled and grew and grew and grew and grew and grew and grew. The Lighthouse stands alone, a beacon in the veiled darkness of night, cutting through the shadows, a knife of beaming light.
Thunderous seas palpate the shore in base and treble tones.
The creatures all both great and small are lulled by Oceans moans. One small boat is rocked and tipped half swallowed by the mouth. One lone swimmer with tired arms starts swimming through the froth. From the Same Stone We weren't of diamond quality, although flecks of brilliance occasionally sparkled from our darkness. We were the rawest of elements dark black coal were his eyes and hair and brow and temper, dark were my eyes and soul and anguish.