He's heading north
With silent shout
And quiet reverence
The wish to be granted
He's come to catch
His midnight
sun
A star to wish upon
Bleached in northern lights
It's cold, he's told it's beauty was irresistible
He's brave; he's
safe in this land of his dreams
The moon will rise to see him off
One day there will be time to put his mind to rest
He will
find his cave
A shelter to keep them out
It's dark, the mark appears in the distance of his tired eyes
The golden light hits his
unconscious mind
It proves the goal is here for him
He has come too close
The end so fair and sparkling
Wind will blow his
mind back to where it belongs
Time will change; and time will broaden his mind
Monuments of ancient beliefs are written in
stone
Not fading to keep the word of faith