Sublunar

In light of the day

Shadow will fall

Northerly wind

On a southerly shore

Tide rushes in

Tide rushes out

Seasons revolve

It's the last standing bridge

But the hinges are burnt

The sorriest thing

To have ever occurred

All that remains of the cities are slums

Where the old will die young

And the sirens wail on

You've seen the fire

You don't need eyes now

You must be soaring home