The Unseen Train Between Your Sun And Mine

Speak to me again of dormant things

on the unseen train 
between your sun and mine,

as the real one between us lies, lays 
a track of rays, speak to me again.

I look at you and through you I see—
you, which is only a gesture;

yet who among us can see the sun 
by any means other than its own light?

-Laura Solomon

We are hope despite the times

-Michael Stipe