The Unawake from The Unawake by The Secret Experiment

In the pre-dawn chill
The morning still
A frosted path
snakes up the hill

In windows dark
To slumber long
The unawake
Shall dream on

The Longest days
From night to night
Exist for me
In shortest light

In this crystal gloom
A frozen pause
Listening unsure
Through clinging fog

A distant call
Breaks through the shade
A beckoning
To the unawake

The Longest days
From night to night
Exist for me
In shortest light
These open eyes
See through the veil
To hidden sights
Within the pale

In the hidden hollow
The darkness pools
Cling to the ground like roots
Seek what's below

In the dark I listen
In the pause I wait
To become one with this place
To become awake

Here...

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