Outside of hope, where light sends no ray,
There is a land where it holds no sway.
The shadows of desire reign supreme;
Love, Logic and Reasons, are stuff of dreams.
No colors to discern the right and wrong,
No red or white luggage to carry along;
A field – black, empty and neat;
Where we can someday hope to meet.
No twinkling stars under the sky,
No mysteries of the world revealed to see.
A pitch dark silence will surround,
Around the feeling of you and me.