Where the river flows and searches for the sea,
Silver figures rise to find me.
Wise and understanding,
Following the hearts cry.

I am those large trees,
I am that dark spring,
Warm with a mystery I can reveal to you,
in time.....

See the eagle rise above the open plains,
Golden in the morning dew.
Leaping and soaring,
Watchful and protecting.

I am your shelter,
I will enfold you,
in time.....

Penned by my hand on the 12th of Phaestian, in the year 224 AF.