Myth - Earth and Pillars

Up high, ‘tween ever-growing silver clouds

Thy mountains peaks aim to the sky

Of snow eternal Thou made a shroud

There, where Thy hidden portals rise

To wide open highlands rest

Where grass and marshes grow lush

Fertile whispers of old in Thy chest

Purity that gush eternally

The vastness of Thy centuries past

In stones, vales and mountains forever lasts

The face of immortal living statues we gaze

Longing for stories they will not tell

As they stray in a timeless haze

In their silence hides their farewell

Alone Thou wanderest through space

Profound One with the hidden face

Thou art Poverty’s great rose

The eternal metamorphose

Of gold into the light of the Stars