A new sun rises, a day has dawned
The tables have turned and the curtains are drawn
Static faces in blank disguises
Two suns can't set before another rises
Gazing to the unknown horizon
Flowing from her eyes and into mine
The vision forever lingers
Hair clasped in rigorous fingers
Two drops of color lost in a glass
Left to sort things out with the amorphous deep
Frail foundations without fair warning
And angels at night have never dreamt of morning
Wrinkled, cracked plastic