With Grace

Where are you queen of the moon?

I've dreamt of mosaic landscapes
And skies full of diamonds
Hanging low over valleys
In which new life runs thick
Where delicate whispers
Set sail into the wind
Assuring that I have found
And become middle earth
And centuries will pass
And fade at rabid pace
For the giving to the soil
We worship the land
And this lucid way of rest is how I want to remain
Converging through the void
Finally passing on
Contently, with grace

Our suns speak in tongue unknown to man
Our suns speak in tongue unknown to all