SOLACE In the dark and the endless night In the cold, the draft, the fright All we have are those we love And we cling to those we might Through the tireless, trickling rain Over the hill and deserted plain We yearn for, run to those we seek For their comfort's worth the pain The only path that is clear That must be followed, far or near Is the path of the beating heart To the ones that we hold dear Written in 2002; used in Vague It Up's second layout. Poetry