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A mariner weath­er­ing the elec­tron seas
Course wrought by sweat and perseverance,
Wreathed in mid­night’s finest solitudes
and the soft rus­tle of char­coal cloth,

To live the adven­ture of these hal­cy­on days,
Des­tined to coa­lesce as tomor­row’s memory.

Let us now lift a glass in remembrance
Of not the seed that failed to bear fruit,
But the tree which spread its branch­es wide
To embrace the heav­ens in all their glory.

I am your songbird,
My voice to uplift you on gos­samer wings
Car­ry­ing this dream past starlight and dawn
Your bosom the nest where­in I soft­ly croon,

My refuge, my muse, my lady and light
Ten thou­sand lives could not sur­pass you
Entwined with­in me, your spir­it­ed strength,
This night our domin­ion to kin­dle the bond

Con­nect­ed and safe, I feel new hopes thrive
Ascend these sil­ver feath­ers and kiss the sun,
Tak­ing to earth the pearl of Helios’ hearth
To sink its radi­ance deep in our hearts

From the void’s dolor­ous bel­fry this morn,
One less choir voice cries in anguish
As the heart lets go, embraces desire
And flies on the wings of a bird.

A tree’s reach o’er land the crow silent­ly soars
Paths crossed with swal­low-tails, dance and bank
Obliv­i­ous to the super­no­va of blos­soms beneath
Of May’s gen­tle stir­ring and kick to its feet
The land crowned in white
The trem­ble of life
A new year, awake.

O’er the long way home again
The roads came alive in mist,
With pow­der fresh, in rivulets
The tides of night do flow

Ever onward, creep­ing forward,
Not a step or turn in retreat,
Steer­ing true as the snow drifts
Guide me soft­ly, soft­ly home

Their shape­less, danc­ing torrents
Cry out in a vision of silent joy
And as seen by nary a traveller
They are loved by even fewer

Yet take heart, ye worn and wary
For this win­ter’s close to hand
Curl up by your hearth this eve
And feel its blan­ket over the land

And now we begin a sea­son new,
With its won­der­ment borne true,
To laugh and leap, dance and sleep
In the com­fort of her frozen hand.