Out of the unparalleled divine,
I nail one foot back to the ground.
To be the author of a world reborn.
I have seen the essence of the core. Still lingering in crashing waves.
Into a dream unknown. Beyond the norm.
Maker, where do I start?
Speak in truth. Bold and humbled.
Never long for outward skies.
Hold your pride, ancient sun child of the gods. Shine with all your might.
You, older than the soil. More than form and desire. Child, bearer of the gift
in the light of a quiet sun.
I pray to outgrow my skin.
All returns once more into the source.
I long.