On the unpeopled summit, The glacial ridges hover. Nothing answers the height. Night is eternal– Where the sky stretches, endless. My lament has traversed A millennium. Below, the sea turns– Blue tides, translucent eyes So wide that life cannot cross. Falling, A death-defying tear halts The insurmountable ice. Dream, heart, soul— Each sinks through pressured sapphire Through timeless silence Through lightless depth Where sorrow loses its sound And grief stills. Between heaven and hell Is the drift. I wait until the next second to Breathe. Still, We keep singing. Wendi Wang is a senior in the SFS majoring in International Economics and minoring in Philosophy and Music. She is the Creative Director of the INDY.