Unravel the dawn where the dusk once lingered, turn back the tide where the stars were cast. The river runs not to the waiting sea, but climbs its banks to the birth of past. Oh, wind of forgetting, breathe in reverse, fold back the sky in a silver curse.

Night unspoken, unshattered, untold, a whisper returns where the echoes fade. The candle unburns, the silence is whole, steps retreat where the footprints laid. Oh, spindle of hours, reel in the thread, unmake the sorrow, unwalk the dead.

And if time bends, and if time breaks, let it sigh like a dream that wakes too soon. Let the shadows dissolve into unborn shapes, let the stars retreat to a vanished moon. Oh, hands of the clock, unwrite the chime, turn once more, unweave the time.