Rest your weary eyes

and dream of something more. Beyond this ramshackle life you hold. Come now, my child, my seeker of gold, fly and perhaps you'll seek so much more. A home for the cold and the hungry and poor is a luxury most cannot afford, so we will go above and beyond our lonely mediocrity to search and find what we've been missing. Come now, my one and my all, can you remember the day I recall? Back when nothing had impact and everyone had it all, can you remember those leaves that would fall? The autumn wind foreshadowed this oncoming disaster, pulsing faster and faster with every chill. Don't tell me you never saw, never heard the fear. Never could you have missed these calamities so near. But now, in the midst of all that's gone wrong, these shimmers of light have come along, but before the light switched off and the Gods went to bed, these flashes of brilliancy were in my head. And so I tell you my child of the night, you must rest your weary eyes and dream of the light.