Every day a dance, Every night a blessing. Hunker down, and listen To the sound of roads. Leaves unturned. Wind blows. Thunder shivers. What fears are hidden Will surface tonight And with a prophet's heart, A hermit's muse, And the moon's motherly kiss, And the eternal song of stones, You shall perish, burn and burst, And rise again anew. As souls who dare their immortality, As souls flourished with gemstones, Bones, gunpowder and gold. Who dare look the omnipotent void in Her everlasting face, and serenade Till Eternity rests her sleepless book And the torch blows.