I've been marooned here for the past 4000 years.
I've heard the wars and the endless building above.
The shadow canals of the stars are now broken.
I can only fly about at night here.

The sun is my destructor.
Light of decay and chaos.
They're no shadow canals here to protect me.
I must heed the night and listen for the bird's morning calls.

As the birds sing.
I must get to safety.
Bathe myself in shadow.
Away from the sun.

I have studied far and wide.
The knowledge here depicts me as an angel.
I will use this knowledge to feed.
And they will let me without consequence.

Into the expanse of thoughts of you.
Endless moments of smiles and virtues.
Constellations inside of your eyes.
Moments of forever written in the sky.

Try to think of things
You might not have thought
Deserved consideration.

Maintain your poise.
Tune out the noise.
Tune into your own station.

Challenge what you think and feel.
Try your best to live up to your own ideals.

Do not
Become the rot
In your own foundation.

The first solution was to leave my name behind.
Venture forth nameless and light the way divine.
Walk forth through the shadow veils.
Let your soul set its light sail.  

Let the winds of truth take you past the expanse of shadow.
Let the lost ones see your lantern in the lost meadow.  
Become the balefire that lights their map home.
Put an end to their aimless roam.

This is your sign to let go.
You've broken the cassette from too many listens.
Your soul grows weary from all the sadness.
Same song, rewind and play, rewind and play.

Finally, a peace for just one hour.
I turn off my cosmic music for space travelling.
Docking bay 7 is open.
Too much time alone with an earshot of my own voice rambling.

I pass by the earth mirror on the portal fix.
Looks like its autumn back at home.
The voices of welcomed stranger's converse.
As I roam this cosmic stepping-stone.

I walk by the Trance Mezzanine
A Scarlett haired beauty is strumming the Cloud Harp.
The music and her eyes pierce my existence.
Through tones and visuals, I feel a Transcendence.

The Sky pager sounds off.
Docking ship Night-drive is ready for ether space.
Has it been an hour already?
Back to my travels at light speed pace.