I've dreamt of mosaic landscapes, and skies full of diamonds
Hanging low over valleys
In which new life runs thick
Where delicate whispers set sail into the wind
Assuring that I have found, and become middle earth
And centuries will pass and fade at rabid pace
For the giving to the soil, we worship the land
And this lucid way of rest is how I want to remain
Converging to the void, finally passing on
Contently, with grace
Our sun speaks in tongue unknow to man
Our sun speaks in tongue unknow to all