As raindrops strike the graveled stone
and clouds double over, creasing time,
I am left standing.
Fear coupled with denial.
Lose coupled with gloating.
With feet planted and eyes transfixed,
both eternity and I are left standing.
What more am I than a sentinel?
Is not this night standing vigil?
Mingle with me, O Mystery!
Give form to that which hearts desire.
That I may know you as you, me;
so at daybreak, I'm found standing.
