Aureate Water

Not even in the abyssal ocean
did the nail from the sacred forge cool
and that iron thorn fallen from on high
was driven into a soil ever-frozen

By its burning blessing
everything was transformed
the ice turned into a stream
and the land into its sole vessel

Through more and more sacred drops
the stream became a gushing river
wild it flowed forth
consuming even the earth around it

Come the deadliest of droughts
or a winter without end
the water will not still
its course will never bend

Day after day, night after night
my mind rides its hidden currents
and the mirror-like surface
cradles my truest reflection

The roaring will
the earthen heart
their essence mixed together
their destination the same...

The sea of your shoreless darkness