First Blood

Pray,
Night passes,
Fast as wind.

Pray,
Light comes,
on Silver wings.

Pray,
Sun rises,
stars unseen.

Sing,
like an angel,
amidst deep blue seas.

For all creatures, strong or weak, fly or swim, rich or poor, evil or pristine,
need Reliance, in this God forsaken haven.
Songs of sorrowful heaven, many a hybrid dreams.
Let us be each other's Shoulder, to lean on in Reality.

I hereby christen this Blog: August Sunrises.