Whatever morning dawns upon this land,
be it stained with blood or laced with gold,
I pray it finds you still with me.

Still as the first night of a new-born baby
with it's infinite silence.
Still as the great hearts of the sea
that pour their love to shore
relentlessly.
Still as the old men in their final hours
who attempt to ward off death
with their agony and tears, and
their beliefe that even the fiercest of angels
had had his share of those.

And as they cry for life when
morning comes, so in the stillness
of my sleep, I pray you will not go.