Walk beside me, brother,
Show me where the river ends,
Where the hidden paths assemble,
And where I should begin,
Tell me why the lone wolf howls,
And why the birds fly side by side,
Draw the stars in shapes of owls,
And watch me closely from the sky,
Help me climb the ancient trees,
Where the nameless fruits still grow,
Make two spears for us to hunt with,
Like we once did years ago,
Summon stories of our ancestors,
And of the places you have been,
Share the secrets of the forest,
That are spoken by the wind,
Point me to the shapeless casket,
Where the mourning soul is healed,
Whisper gently of death’s magic,
And tell me how it feels,
Leave your footsteps at the causeway,
With every lesson you have shown,
And promise me, my brother,
I’ll one day get there on my own.

This path on which I've come so far,
It has neglected my condition and left me tired.
The fire within is fleeting like a dim star
As these legs move like thinned wires.
Premonitions of the precognitive sort
Project into my dearest slumbers
To lend a communicative report
Concerning the sweetest of encounters.
But that future seems so far away
And my will to move forward
May waver towards the end of days.

Yet happenstance will show me my way,
She hardly leads the lost astray.

I desire to smell the flowers that grow in your allies
The ones that colour the streets even in the darkest light
And walk the trail of stars your people leave behind
When their wandering towards new wonders
As they turn new corners in their lives
I dream of floating in your scent, that dances in the wind
Carrying culture, history, and your nature in its wings
I’ll dance amongst your voices, and sway with their melodies
The laughter will carry me to your quiet little streets
And somewhere in the silence I’ll start to miss my home
Until your stars will start to wrap me in your ethereal glow
And from then on along your yellow brick roads
I’ll make your love my home