The one who stands 
In the dark and waits
Vague black stare
That insanity satiates

Eternal and not
In time and turmoil
We overtook space
And began to recoil

Sanity sends out a wave
Listless as the eternal sun
Bliss awaits a yearning still
Into the night as time has spun

God save me, from these
Demons in the night
Save the boy, bidding inside
Curled out of sight

For the one who waits
With a stretched out hand
Gives voices within a mind
Like tiny grains of sand
© John Hayes