
Date of issue: 12.07.2006
Song language: English
Cynosure |
Stellar flames create formations |
Lucent constellations and invitations to the expeditious mind |
Novas that see our destination |
From their hibernation, a vocation that is enshrined |
I’m navigating along the star path |
The night sky is my compass, my cynosure |
After days with waves of wrath |
I’m finally reaching the shores |
Under the burning Atlas |
A region filled with flaring birthmarks |
Over ageing landmarks and the hallmarks of Nature’s grand form |
Yonder, still in our respiration |
And mother to rotation, gravitation that endlessly performs |
(Vintersorg, May 2006) |