In response to a query from River: https://scratch.mit.edu/studios/5274416/comments/#comments-221151831 The sun has ere been silent yet, and in this way it does regret busy hands and silent songs from stressing out for far too long. In this Storm of truth and lies, the sun itself can give no strong ties: after all, it's been preoccupied and knows not all that's been implied. Eclipses, dawns, rise and shine; what words you throw to hide some Brine! The truth could be more simple yet, (or just a diverted thread, I bet. ;>) I know but one thing, and that's the truth, that Celestial Orbit Lines, forsooth, show that all comes 'round eventually: overlapping while staying/leaving, potentially? Sure, a Bird's flown from its flock, But there's still one left to grow our stock— And others still who've found their way into our chorus of harmonious Fae. Don't look up! We know what's there. The same things still hang up in the air. The sand cares more for what you seek. The carnies call from across the creek. So I say: the skies are clear. The wind brings plans, summer draws near. There's secrets and whispers and all, I know. But I promise if you wait we'll put on a show.
