The crispness of Cyrenian snow
that melts beneath my naked toe
awakens me and helps me see
the passion of reality.

With decades spent in dormancy
no thing could be more real to me
compared to what my senses show,
the shivers on Cyrenian snow.

In sight and smell and touch and sound -
each overwhelms, newly refound -
the world comes rushing back to me.
I've woken from my dormancy.

Old memories stir deep inside,
now free of all their youthful pride.
A teardrop glistens, soon I'm drowned,
my love for life now strong and sound.

Since friendship lives when feuds have gone -
drifted with Valnurana's swan
into the dark, retiring tide -
Selene has touched me deep inside.

A world that's like a dream Divine,
as sacred as a deity's shrine,
now warms me like the morning sun,
since every thought of strive has gone.

The passion of reality
awakens me and helps me see
the world that I once left behind:
a world that's like a dream Divine.

Penned by my hand on the 3rd of Chronos, in the year 563 AF.