When I looked upon the firmament,
grey clouds were there no more.
What my eyes saw was confident,
in shaking me to the core.

A golden bow, brimming with strength,
showed itself to me.
It showed me in its divinity,
how to be free.

The arrow was shot and flew and flew,
and my soul did too.

Kissed by the sun,
caressed by wind,
embraced by the clouds,
welcomed by the earth and sea.

Strong, childlike, carefree.
I truly was blind,
because I never knew eternity.

In the end, all I ever did was fly back to me.