I have come in turquoise robes,
Cast out by the breadth of wild waters,
Riding from the cold north
To pursue an arctic sunset.
Each morn I awaken
On the back of a green dragon.
My leather snaps in the breeze;
In the pine islands, oxen murmur
As I fly boldly on the whistling currents.
...My heart ignites:
No more will I mildly give answer,
But courage shall be my cornerstone,
And the Spirit of God shall guide my flight.