Davejuh tyr seer

The beginning came in a rage or urgent whispers, telling the story
of what was to come and weaving the web of those who would come
also

What is tomorrow if never seen, the seer sees what is tomorrow

The past is a whisper, the kiss of sunset on the water when all you
really see is the wave, it ebbs in memory opaque as glass, and mingles
with the future when the circle comes around again
lasting on these thoughts of what is to come, i float across these days
as clear as air
everything is possible
goodbye my love
i challenged thee too far