Nightly solace, darkened skies
tingling stars before my eyes

telling tales of things before
eternal mystery, life's own lore

grant me something i can grasp
a revelation, a heartfelt gasp

don't leave me cold, in bitter silence
it stirs my soul, internal violence

but yet again, all truth eludes me
and mother of all, precludes me

my weary little being,
yearns for the joys of seeing

my weary little being,
yearns for the joys of seeing