Sleep will bring an aide,
Aide or magic,
May be a day, but
where did so many stars
disappear. 

One thing leads to another,
A thing cannot lack that,
It demands action, it
can never run out of it,
The source leads to source.

Eclipses hide the sun or 
The moon, the eyes,
the greatest of treasure to me see a hand trapped in a movement,
To something new.