The Greatest Heights 

barely even by a breath 
I'm flowing with the tide 
capable of death as death 
I cry and cry and cry 
in the darkness 
such emotion 
echoes through the night 

the depths to which I sink 
so that to reach 
the greatest heights I might 
the storm to which I cling 
so that to see 
me safely through the night 

shaken from the deepest sleep 
I open up my eyes 
weary from the great retreat 
I sigh and sigh and sigh 
like a shadow 
turning softly 
in the darkest night