Awaiting the
dawn
Copenhagen’s new day

I have come
from afar
Magellan’s Nativity

Crossed over
Encumbered
Bereavement of kin

She dances
naked and forlorn
Star white with cinnamon hair

New buds appear
Begetting a
glorious crescendo

The wind blows
and whispers
spring’s lament

I am coming home now
Looking for a bygone
ardor

I am seeking
retribution
for youth’s folly

I hear her
voice in
mysteries squall

I feel her
hand reaching
beyond impingement

I will fly
and lead the
orange beaked wanderer

Fulfilling prophesy
of misbegotten
lore

Taking us back
to a land
that transcends the grave