Quiet Ascent

Five AM on the digital clock,

the cold air bites Mapping out the distances between these streetlights Used

to drift with the wind,

let the current decide Now I write my own maps in the

quiet of the night

Slowly we build the foundation we need

Sowing the silence and tending the seed

(mmmmm) There is no rush to the light on the hill

There is a motion

in standing so still

Trading old distractions for the weight of the task Learning how to

answer what the quiet hours ask

No easy shortcuts,

just the path in the dark

Every single repetition leaving its mark

Slowly we build the foundation we need

Sowing the silence and tending the seed

(mmmmm) There is no rush to the light on the hill

There is a motion

in standing so still

(standing still)

(we are standing still)