Sunrise, sunrise

A poem about nature. But there are somethings that words cannot describe.

Syllables,
Cannot be combined
To form words
That describe
The mystic sunlight,
That has faded
Into this impermeable night.

A melody
Sang, and caressed
Our fears, and
beckoned the wind
To carry with it
Our tears,

And long, in the darkness did shine
(And everything stopped for a moment in time)
A beacon, acting as the suns guide

So that when the moon lowers the tide, we
Can search for words that describe,
The joy we derive
In watching death,
Again alive.