Let me walk ten thousand leagues
let me see the blue-and-greens
Of foreign oceans

Let me turn stones
in the sand of islands
not used to mortal feet

Let me wade the rapids
meditate in the mist
of the Ladys own shores

Let me dance with the wind
on the strewn steppes
unbound by mountain or man

Let me wander the caverns
meander through grotto and chasm
to nap in the womb of the soil

Let me whiff the brimstone
where new lands are born,
sparking like the Fathers forge

And when I grow tired
lax and satiated
on joy of seeing

Let me cross the threshold
where my heart may call home
and dream of all I have found.


Penned by my hand on the 16th of Scarlatan, in the year 588 AF.