Can you hear it
The groaning of the earth
The audible patience
Of One not yet born

The stillness deafens
If you just listen
And in the deepening song
Might it be revealed

Only to the wise
Those without wisdom
A pinpoint star
In a sea of black

A hidden miracle
In the cold of night
Gentle and meek
Born to the world

In stillness not crying
The groaning subsided
A sign of relief
An audible swell

The world rejoices
For One has been born
Amidst the darkness
The Son of God

I cannot bear this burden alone
But in your eyes I find my hope
My body goes on but please carry my soul
I'm tired now and broken threefold
Lift my eyes so that I may not see
The shadow and death beneath my feet
Hold my hand until we reach that place
Where once I dreamed in sleeping state
And where I again at last will rest

Beyond the shore I have not traveled
I sit upon the white sands and marvel
At the porcelain guardians that watch over
Their flawless faces and radiant wings
Towering above the gentle waves
The lands they govern are peaceful
Surveyed with unblinking eyes
I heard tales of one who sailed beyond them
To places hitherto unknown
But I'm sure those are mere legends
Beyond those guardians that encircle our land
Lie things in wait long since banished
Undying things not understood
So long as the guardians stand though
Those great gifts of Nyalmr
We will yet remain
They have watched over all below
Since the last great empire fell
And indeed they will stand watching
Long after we are gone
And the world has passed away

There is a place
I know not of
Silent whispers
Of the deep above

A desire to return
Though to where unknown
In our hearts and minds
This feeling has grown

How can we express
What is hitherto unseen
What images and forms
Can our consciousness glean?

Who are we that we feel this way?

Certainly not the things
We thought ourselves to be

But something more

Who am I but one unknown
The path for me was never shown
The moon went dark and stars fell down
And laid in the sea ten twisted crowns

Beneath that crown were seven heads
Heroes I'd known living and dead
They rose up and spoke my name
Cured the sick and healed the lame

Yet in their words so sound and sweet
I came to know of their defeat
Another alike to them did rise
Not from the sea or from the skies

A second saint lauding the first
He fed the poor and quenched their thirst
His words too despite his deeds
Did not fulfill my longing needs

Neither from the sea or wild earth
Will the One to come show his worth
No, He will descend from the sky above
With justice, wrath, great power and love

Though I thought He had already come
I was made deaf, blind and dumb
It's not my fault, I never knew
Or maybe I did not want to

Let us rest
For the day is over
Night has come
Still moon and stars

Lay with me
Let out a sigh
Breathe in anew
And close your eyes

All our worries
Will be there tomorrow
Some may even
Fade away

So let us rest
The day is over
Let us lay
In each others arms

I fashioned it
From wood and clay
With gold and rubies
Did I inlay
That image crude
So I could pray
To something I could see

The tool I made
Did serve me well
And in return
I knelt and fell
Down to my knees
At sounded bell
That I might repay

Now in my age
I fashion again
A deeper image
Than that of men
Inlaid with gold
As it was back then
An image of myself

Though now no longer mute
My will is absolute