Into the Night Part 1

We the spirit of mortality, are defined by the things we say Until all existence escapes the shadows of our wisdom, Until what crackles in a fire lit is held in ones embrace, Until things born to a simple word fade into the night again; Listen to the rustling from our sacred bows, beneath a silent mist Until into solitude crept symbols of our belief; Until inspired seem the fragrant seas and sounds of quiet wind, Until we alone are held in the loneliness of night; Impassive is our destiny when all emotions change Until we can feel the beating of the heart, Until things awake when we see the coming dawn, Until a brighter sun hastens away the night