What I hold to be revered,
a sum of all my thoughts and fears.
This dreary night, I take flight,
toward endless stars, my soul alight.
Were I to jot down what I see,
the world would be as resplendent
as my soul, which truly is now, free.
This night however, I see no stars.
Nor heavens split open for my view.
Tonight I sit in council.
With my father and his ilk.
A merry gathering by all accounts,
yet for reason unknown,
I am as dazed as a fan before his throne.
I act confused and very misplaced.
Though in my dream, I seem clearly intent.
Would I that I could take heed my kins wise words;
Their mouths silent, yet faces adorned with tones of depth.
Their unspoken words, I will never forget.