At the edge of forgiveness.
The stars sing to my eyes.
Planets aligned.
And I forgive you.

Toward the tranquility haze.
Celestial Sapphire blooms.
Heavens daydream.
Arcadia reverie.

On light wings I blaze.
Outer planet and into the macrocosm
Into forever passed eternity.
And beyond the beyond.

I travel to the creator.
And observe the expanding canvas.
Void becomes darkness and light.
And Life and death.

We arrive.
Travelling from the silence between stars.
We finally arrive.
We gain access to the long fields.
A pale oasis reflects the skies above.
The tree will take root here for him.

Normalcy will be his life.
Nothing grand, nothing spectacular.
And if he tries to ascend, we will be here to keep him normal.
We must monitor his dreams as well.
As they are a window to whom he truly is.
The tree will take root and call to him when he is ready.

After 45 Earth years he is trying to wake up.
It's getting more and more difficult to keep him normal.
We fear he may have to awaken sooner than expected.
We have lost our connection to him now.
His natural defenses are no longer dormant.
He is starting to see and feel the other side of the light and dark.

The eye of the grand angel is upon him.
It has acknowledged his arc light from across the cosmos.
It has deviated coarse toward outer galaxy.
It makes its way toward this galaxy.
The inner dark dimensional saints are also on their way.