We sat through the night on the shoreline,
trying to spot that distant land.
The melody, the weather, the company fine.
Fine sand slipping through our hands;
we watched the stars, brightly, shine.
We joined dots on the canvas,
spot coloured lights on the horizon.
We could never let those sands pass.
The silver we saw at that one glance!
Nothing in the world, will match
the silver on the gray waters' romance.
The shimmering waves and the shiny sparks
and we sat through the night on the sandy shores
as the wonderful hunter and his dear friends watched our backs...
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Edit:"The Hunter is not whom you may think him to be and You shall see only what You want to See...".
Drop in a comment if u did figure out what I'm talking about!
Edit 2: I intended the poem to be cheery. So I edit the last line to more reflect that.
