Coming Home

Through the Aalen's viridian depths,
Past the fairies that perch on leaves
I ran through morning light's soft beams
And through the stream, I splashed and leapt.

I felt the fresh autumnal winds
On the shore amidst the spray
Along the sea, I ran with waves
The salty air upon my skin

Through the jungle, through the cove
Like waters rushing fast and strong
The tunnel guided me along
Away from the sea and emerald groves

Through the Glacian mists I saw
The lighthouse standing proud and tall
On placid waters of the lake
I walked in dreamy awe

At last, the mists part to reveal
Cyrene shrouded with purest snow
The early sun makes buildings glow
And how the clocktower's bells do peal!


Penned by my hand on the 24th of Ero, in the year 581 AF.