In silence, the high tide of our dark night engulfed the zenith.
Gurgling streams ran about our feet;
flags risen high, color springing forth,
raging or fluttering against the dying light,
carrying words for all sentient beings.
It was a colorful, calming dance, swaying with the wind.
Amid majesty, we were all and one with the world.
And we spoke, but in hushed voices,
and like the crash of distant thunder,
the sounds rolled between the white crests.