The Awakening

The sun retires,

Behind the horizon,

Darkness fills the air,

And kindles the fire within,

I hear the cry of the soul,

The night sleeps,

Behind the moonlight,

Silver splinters everywhere,

And the visions of beyond,

I hear the call of the soul,

The dawn breaks,

Behind the mountain,

Sunlight brings warmth,

And the spirits ascend,

I hear the song of the soul.