GOD SAVE ME

And one fair day shall come, the wonder... For I remember All those verses once written in sighs, Those that unveiled themselves to stars, Whispering softly beneath the waves of the azure.

Though I carry Home in my heart, Home carries me on its shoulders.

In the heart of a distant galaxy, The melancholia of peace envelops me, It dances like a flower in the wind And sings like the Morning Star. Shall I dare touch it?

Named a divine child by a star, the once-nameless child grew in magnitude. But at the No of the Father, his spark became silence and the stars opened up his eyes.

At the museum of silence, the initiate calls upon his muse, for the sages shall have revealed:none may delve into the Sun without first offering his own Heart as a manuscript of incandescent verse.