We searched for one another through a glass so clouded,
You within a world of shadows and me with feet upon solid ground.
Fingers moved within the dark,
Searching upon a lettered board.
Calling out with a clear high voice,
Eyes rolling in their sockets deep.
Your voice was so faint and beyond my ears,
But I knew it to be yours nonetheless.
And so with chosen friends we carved symbols upon stone,
Hoping to lead you to me.
Except these symbols were lighthouses,
On the edge of a never ending sea.
Stirrings in the deep brought rippling specters,
That now see fit to plague me.