The Awakening

The sun retires,
Behind the horizon,
Darkness fills the air,
And kindles the fire within,
I hear the cry of the soul,
The night sleeps,
Behind the moonlight,
Silver splinters everywhere,
And the visions of beyond,
I hear the call of the soul,
The dawn breaks,
Behind the mountain,
Sunlight brings warmth,
And the spirits ascend,
I hear the song of the soul.

-Khushi Kaul