The dark extends through stone and time
A corridor of dust and rhyme;
No window breaks no candle gleams
Yet still the traveler holds his dreams
Each echo walks a faithful round
Each silence hums of buried sound;
The walls embrace the chill remains
Yet forward thought dissolves the chains
The tunnel bends the air grows thin
The heart recalls the sky within;
Through narrow space the soul is led
To where all fear begins to shed
Then light arrives not fierce not loud
It greets the dust it warms the shroud;
The tunnel ends the eyes discern—
That darkness only means return