To reach toward the pyramid
Atop the burning light
E’er thrust and run and tally –
The trepid traveller’s flight
To be void of divinity –
Subtracted from the sun
Brightness dwindles as time allows
And peddles thoughts still young
Sounding like an orchestra –
The music sung by one
Though whispering – a baritone
Transcends the gathered throng
Who listen to the music
As if they hear Him still
Waiting the day the christened ground
Shares its ingress with some
Relieve one of their wherewithal
Comparison attests
The one atop the pyramid
Wears the hallowed vest.
