“Somewhere in the Distance”

There are days when grace feels fleeting
Fading like the last rays of the dying day
Stolen by some heir of Prometheus
A strange fire bestowed beyond my grasp
And even the act of reaching
Is doomed by the shadows of a past
Somewhere in the distance

There are days when waiting feels eternal
Like the times between testaments
Balanced between hope and despair
The long night feels like a vigil
And even the act of remembrance
Is thrown like a slingshot prayer toward a heaven
Somewhere in the distance