Adoring mother, lost where e'er thou art
In Dreamworld I devise of meeting thee
A stranger to whose warrant bade us part
Or yet whose will hath strangers bade us be
Thru cursed storm winds doth thy vessel sail
Into waters deep and unforgiving
Lighter, emptier and with calm regret?
What hopeful whisper draws to close a tale
That we might bend, nor break, mid the living?
A distant reverie I savour yet

Wizened by frigid winters past
With bearings ever slaves to stormy tides
That I beseech to call thee home at last
On surface waves that will two seas collide,
I wait in port that relishes excess
With pirates, thieves and harlots where they lie
Until the fates consent to let me roam
Wander from that long-forsaken recess
Sparing nay a whimper nor a cry
And pray thy steadfast compass lead me home

Dost thou cradle tenderly a girl now
Who came to thee in time of safe and joy
And beckon'd to declare a mother's vow
Or hast thy sweet womb borne a baby boy?
Whither thee, elusive matriarch mine?
Hast thou, as I, been curs'd to ever sing
Or dost thou rumble with Kasmarkin might?
How brill'antly I know thy coat doth shine
Should thou flick thy tail or spread thy wings
Thy countenance doth radiate thy light

Doth sad surrender liken us as kin
Much as what's running sanguine thru our veins
Pray, what familiar burden lurks within
What guidance brings respite from shared pain?
Doth thy Devotion tear night asunder?
Art thou possess'd of Nature loath to tame
Or harmonics fit for Lord Scarlatti?
The unbridled mind is wont to wonder
Faith holding that I one day learn thy name
And, mother, that thou thinkst also of me.

Penned by my hand on the 20th of Glacian, in the year 793 AF.