The Maze

In the midnight of our days
The moon peeks through the misty haze,
It's waxed and waned through every phase
As we've traveled through the maze.

Some would say we've reached the end,
That it's time to comprehend,
That we can only append,
That it's too late for us, my friend.

But I say midnight is the peak,
For those who nightly hunt and seek,
To find the truths buried so deep;
Now is not the time to sleep.

For our journey carries on
Until at least the breaking dawn,
And maybe far beyond,
Where we may sing another song.
                                         MAL 9/24/13