Darkest Dreams

In a solemn reverie,

A shade has lifted free;

And over the heads of so many

A stark chain of eyes descends

And confounds the very dark,

To shine where once there was a door

Unseen,

To make what may have been

In a way that was,

A miniature of an ancient way,

A star that might have known

How our minds have grown,

And will show us how to use our hearts,

No longer to condemn the parts

That wished to go away.

For in our deepest darkest dreams,

Something wakes.