I stand upon a plain of darkness
Listening to the wind twist through trees I cannot see

Silver rain pours down
Encasing me within unearthly light

A cloak of separateness weaves itself into my skin
A blanket of rain falls upon the trees

So that within this plain of darkness
There is light

The forest grows bright
Each branch gives light

Eyes turned down
Palms faced out

Light drowns my pain
Light will not surrender unto my night

So I stand upon a plain of darkness
Surrounded by silver trees

I wait for the clouds to pass overhead
For rain to come to an end

So that light will lose this fight
And I will remain trapped within my night