For I thought I had everything to do the Masters will. For I knew when I stepped outside I would run into sin. Peace and Joy were plentiful, the last things on the shelf. Silver streams of cascading light, blanch out across the glimmering sea. The moon complete is in our sight, her mountains dark and dancing free.
Towns slip by under the skirts of night, their streets parade with amber glow.
Over Caspian and Black the seas of our flight, the energy of life comes as a reflected glow. A sliver of light betrays the dawn, as our trusty guide heeds curtain call. The clouds of dark conceal her form, a new day arrives God pressed install. The vanguard of another day. An invigorating expectancy can be found, between the deep blue of the stratosphere, and the slumbering earth below.