In the dark and brooding silence.
Bruised and sullen stormclouds
Have the light of day obscured.
Looming low and ominous
In twilight premature
Thunderheads are rumbling
In a distant overture…
All at once, the clouds are parted.
Light streams down in bright unbroken beams…
Follow men’s eyes as they look to the skies.
The shifting shafts of shining weave the fabric of their dreams…