The Pilgramage

The Pilgramage
Dark and silent brooding, stillness falls
Sounds caress the waiting empty halls
Pilgrims flock from miles around

Seekers in the night abound
All have come to feel the sound of joy

Patient eyes are watching from below
Mirror image flashing in the glow
Hands are joined in energy
All approaching ecstacy
Harnessing the power in the air

Awesome in their patient majesty
Pouring forth the fruits of harmony
Hands are joined in energy
All approaching ecstacy
Harnessing the power in the air