In wholly night

a path to a star
the desire to go
far beyond our
own burning sun

what sits atop
an evergreen mount
to beckon or tease
through the trees

a future bright
burning in the dark
that light may grow
and shine evermore

these heralds drift
through the night
with foreign voice
a known lullaby

in coldest of airs
a flickering flame
a vessel of star
from further than far

what will be born
the hope so near
far beyond our
own burning sun

what burns there
in coldest of airs
in unseen sight
in wholly night