Lost Dawn

One brave morning, brave child, brave woman.
Sown into the arms of the storm.
One salt sea, deep seed and roaring darkness.
One lost child, lost dawn.

Arges hunting,
look at him look at him.
Gold is riding needle high.
Flakes of turmoil,
look at him look at him.
Gold has cleft the ever sky.

© Mark Sheeky. Permission is required for reproduction.