Beside Cliffs And Chasms

The view given to me is vast, seemingly infinite
If there is an end, I do not know it
There is no curve of Earth
Just the unending axis that crosses the cradle
Where cardinals are born
And the last frost of winter makes way for the first rose to grow
Hands on the edge of the cliff
Stone-texture, awake, great depths of land, whisper
Here I stand as a stranger
Yet each crack in the Earth I have seen here before
Hear me, fluttering winds
Take back the breaths that I'm made of

I cannot see more
Yet I can see clearly

All things that I have lost
I can now find again
All things that I have lost
I can now find again

My language never heard
My name soon forgotten
Power above, cradled below, flawless in design, a shadow
Sun-zealous sky, sidling earth, 12389, place of my birth
Hear me, fluttering winds
Take back the breaths that I'm made of

(I cannot see more)
All things that I have lost
I can now find again
(Yet I can see clearly)
All things that I have lost
I can now find again

Sun-zealous sky, sidling earth