Part Two - The Ascending   

  I have passed a mountain peak and my soul is soaring in the  
  Firmament of complete and unbound freedom;  
  I am far, far away, my companions, and the clouds are  
  Hiding the hills from my eyes.  
  The valleys are becoming flooded with an ocean of silence, and the  
  Hands of oblivion are engulfing the roads and the houses;  
  The prairies and fields are disappearing behind a white specter  
  That looks like the spring cloud, yellow as the candlelight  
  And red as the twilight.  
  
  The songs of the waves and the humans of the streams  
  Are scattered, and the voices of the throngs reduced to silence;  
  And I can hear naught but the music of Eternity  
  In exact harmony with the spirit's desires.  
  I am cloaked in full whiteness;  
  I am in comfort; I am in peace.