When low Aurora's halo sinking, lingers for a teasing moment
Above the rim of white and stone, edged in the green of fir and pine,
I feel in that view, captured in breathing, the sum of mortality seeking
Divine.
Heart swells over soul, and soul lifts up heart, my smallness I embrace
and reject.

Oh, view that speaks in a fleeting moment, of who I am and am not and
yet wish to be,
You leave me without defense or weakness, at once you reveal perfection
and that which is ill.
Ration here leaves me no recourse, and so dreaming lulls my spirit and
will.
For the flicker of the firefly's beacon, for this time I am Goddess and
in the Garden sit.

Then gone is the glory of dreaming and vanity, and resting on earth I
find my feet
In the dirt and the ashes of places of ether, in the grass and the turf
of mortal kind.
And yet in my mind lingers visions of heaven, like drops of sweet
Ceylonian wine
These I treasure and hoard in the depths of my spirit, and guard with a
fierceness this holiest shrine.

Penned by my hand on the 10th of Sarapin, in the year 307 AF.