I walk the hills, alone each night
until the darkness dies and brings first daylight
i cry out to the heavens beseeching you,
in return, i get nothing, nothing of you.
i walk the horizon, awaiting dawn
the man on the moon; haggard and drawn.
i am stuck, where oceans meet the sky
where nothing can live, and nothing can die.
i can be only quiet, solemn and still,
whither the way and whither the will.
until time slowly whittles away to an end
a definitive, for which i could not send.
a force draws nigh that shakes the ground
of what origin, i have not yet found
the sky opens up to meet my tears
and slowly fights away all of my fears.
