Here we stand, amidst mountains

In a night that never seemed to dawn

Careless, it stands beyond curtains

Whereas the swords of the one dawn drawn

– If you knew, you’d look for Isis

– You’d then search dawn after every dawn!

It’s hard to seek at never-ending night

One can’t recognize at the absence,

Of the forever-granted strength of the light

Its crack that comes, leading to trance.

– With a buzz that, with pride, mimics the Gods

– Of which is always steady, steady its yawn!

‘Why would you even walk with chalice?

Life is here, in your palm its syrup!’

Then hummed darkness’s deepest malice

Accompanied with its solid chirrup

– Amidst wavy shadows and the cold murmuring

– I shall pick you to yourself Isis

Blind frost of it has slept many of wanderers

But for nevermore, shall it grow stronger

For we’re now can see the wonderers

We’re now one, it shall trick no longer!

– For the world needs an eye, enduring

– When we’re one, we shall know no crisis!