Past the Midway

Last night I dreamed I saw you strolling down a sunlit path

Your beauty undefiant as the years of life unmasked

Streaming through the shadows, how bright your splendor shone

Still there was comfort in the darkness as I headed off alone

I resolved to change my treasure to the things believed unseen

From the fallout in the garden to the rising of your king

Now I’m staring past the midway; through the choking dust I ask

For the calming of the tempest as it stretches out so vast