Waiting on the endless sleep

In the shadowed lands

Of quiet darkness deep

Far from the sounds

Of those who grieving weep

Wondering how thoughts

Stumbled into this space

Or were led unwilling alone

Without a sliver of grace

We must do our best

We must lift our face

To perchance catch a glimpse

Of a silver sun in this place

Upon whose rays we may climb

To greater heights of solace.