That we are hidden
above and below
each line spoken to the other

(But nothing said to ourselves
in that private cave
where I know I sit

Awaiting answers
to my unspoken
and unformed questions)

And that we are silent
but not calm
anticipating the day

When the sun fills in 
The unspoken voids
Washing away the gray

That we believe
Is not the problem
But we want to rearrange

And human souls are not
made of cloth
made to order by design

No rushing sun will come
Release us from ourselves
Release us into light

Into an enlightened and
transcendent Id
who can usher in the dawn

We must know
It is our duty
And not the page of fate

The dawn will come 
But it is only you and me
who'll let it in