https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6hZcWCm8URg
Sails riding winds I never knew, but who's breezes are scented with the fragrance of fields and on which are carried the laughter of some halcyon spring in a land now sadly inaccessible to modern eyes, I scan the horizon for the peaks of un-climbed hills where can be built the beginning of someone else's bittersweet ending. There we'll sing, and love, and war, and plan, and the spirit of our times, too, will become the property of those winds which will fill the sails of our children, propelling them forward under the watchful eyes of the moon, as their ancestors before them have always done; silence your heart and hear the songs sung under the veil of night, let the keen blade of Lunar light tear through the velveteen veil-nocturne that you too may have passage.