Be still, my heart. Space does not hear you.

Be still, my heart, until dawn.
For whoso awaits the morning patiently,
The morning shall embrace him tenderly.

Behold, my heart, the dawn is come;
Speak, then, if you have yet the power of words.

Arise, my heart. Arise and move with the dawn.
For night is passed and the fears of night have vanished with their black dreams.

-Kahlil Gibran