I find myself
Searching for  the dead
Those departed souls
That once breathed and bled
Walked upon this restless earth
Such a thin crust of finite soil and rock
Midst this ocean of resplendent birth
Beneath the mocking sky that talks
As the raucous sun sets in the west
I see shadows and remnants
Lost but not forgotten bits at best
What once were living descendants
Like history and prayers
Awakened from their rest
Hope arises with each new dawn
Where we seek a mortal path
Amongst those ancient dead
Guided t'wards
A horizon of blessed light
A sacred way ahead
Right with the vestal day
Every vigilant empath
Keep every empowered ray
Alive and burning bright