into the air
heaving prayer after prayer after prayer
into the air

and to the starry expanse
perchance, perchance, perchance
awaken God from some trance

that seems so all encompassing
this thing, this thing, this thing
this empty hall without one angel to sing

there is not even echo to focus upon
gone and gone and gone
and we would run to the east toward dawn
if but the sun would rise and lead us on