We are shrouded in ebony
Waves slap the boat restlessly
Not a word is spoken
Silence is not broken

Somehow we know our destination
Has to do with transformation
Knowing each other from eons past
Excited to be called at last

We know that each plateau we reach
Is structured mainly to teach
Until we arrive at a condition
To assume our rightful position

We are warriors of the light
Sailing boldly in the night
Heading towards divinity
To fulfill our destiny

E. T. Waldron