Myriad
Spinning, swirling
Conflicting, turbulent emotions, desires, virtues, weaknesses
Cloud of dust
Ripped by the rigid, eternal winds of the night
How is it you rise?
How is it you linger?
Why is it you fall at the touch of a finger?
Let us be brave
Let us be limber
Pierced by the light let us tremble and shimmer
Let us be merry
Let us be nimble
The dawning of day saves its joy for the bringer