A Sun That Never Sets

Where are they now?, they are gone, I saw them run, run to the sea, under the waves, all has been said, can you hear them? Their voices are free, free from the sun stare, free from the noise, of lost souls... In exiled sound, washed in with the tide,

A sun that never sets burns on. New light is this river's dawn. When to speak of a word so old is to relearn what is known. A time to think back and move on. Rebuild the loves of lives long gone. The blood that flows through me is not my own. The blo