There are moments

 There are moments where we contemplate 

what 

Is and was

We rail at fate

Then we revel

When those moments pass

A sigh of relief with a 

Tad of alas

We ask many questions 

We ask none at all

The moving chaos 

In

Echoing halls 

The soft blanket 

Of silence 

We hold on tight

Our hearteyes seeking 

A gentle light