Later

Maybe the waves must glitter for a moment Till the silence dies of chaotic thoughts And if then our backs only ever scorch The spirit of our sceptre lays dormant Have you felt the lively rush of the waves Thinking, if only life felt so empty And then you choose the human remedy Instead; not for Later's colourless caves?

Later is perhaps our precious dreamer It is our sole pallbearer in this manner - Glitter for the holy walls, for a moment. Maybe the crashing waves must do for now And leave us until we rise to the ground That we may accept misfortune's remnant.

Sonnet No. 8