Hidden deep within the night;
Murmuring soft to stay the cold,
You raise a plea to the sky--
For with the Sun you've placed your soul
Ever near; your torment's end;
Ever near; torment again...
And by your prayer the light succeeds
To breach the folds of darkened cloaks
Which buried deep our memories
With frozen chains and silent strokes...
beautiful work
Hey Dale,
I like this .. "Ever near; your torment's end;
Ever near; torment again..." I love that ... its so.. true ...
very good. sunrise... always a good thing