Something strange sits
In the murkey mist of ages
Just far enough out of reach
To keep us from its truth
The closest ever we come to it
Is the soft ringing in our ears
That comes only in dead of night
When all but the mind sleeps
Every night does it play
In vain hope
Lulling us to sleep
And bidding us to dream
Desperately calling to us
With all its might
So that one day
We might wake up
Oct 16, 2016
Oct 16, 2016 at 1:01 AM UTC
Something strange sits
In the murkey mist of ages
Just far enough out of reach
To keep us from its truth
The closest ever we come to it
Is the soft ringing in our ears
That comes only in dead of night
When all but the mind sleeps
Every night does it play
In vain hope
Lulling us to sleep
And bidding us to dream
Desperately calling to us
With all its might
So that one day
We might wake up
