No matter how I try
I cannot force sleep into these eyes,
Now that the wolf has come,
Nor can I wish my dreams away
And through long summer night rest eludes me.
Was yesterday but a dream
I think,
Spent in labors forgotten?
Whereas tomorrow we will wake
To climb yet other mountains?
Up early on granite peaks
Where heaven's dreams are carved
From within the cold clouds
For man to pluck up
As we will...As we please.
Here where I stand
I am but one
Singled in a forest of many,
Each reaching for that same shining star,
That one unspent dream
So high and mighty
It would free us from our miseries.
And while on high
We search the night sky
For a safe place
To lay our weary heads,
To take our deserved slumbers,
Our labors in vain.
Never knowing where the wolf prowls
Or who it is
He hungers for.