… by the morning drills, as the sand turned into something more than pixies running over the hour clock, as the sun dropped its magnification beholding its warm rays, and as the stars showed up by the Aurora Borealis forgetting the moon above — I eventually found myself.
But, when the waves became silent, the hour clock ran out of time, the sun rays stood up clear, and morning finally came home — I am but lost again.
– El
