Ring of light she gave to me,
Glowing round my brow,
I feel no fright or pain from thee,
I feel only the now.
Chains of rust fall from my wrists,
Atlas's weight be lifted,
I turn away from clocktowers,
And see the sands I've shifted.
Behind me lie my footprints,
Dry dunes of strife renew'd,
Yet upon this glance, a second chance.
I see not one, but two.