A Soul that Wept

I have gazed upon
the new forged world.
Drunk deeply of
her boiling waters.
Chewed her jagged
crystaline stone.

I have embraced
the sun as a brother.
I have held
the moon as a daughter.

The wind holds my mirth.

I have beheld
in wonder
a creeping dawn
rake across a sleeping people.
I have seen them wake in
bleary, wet eyed yearning
and dream yet still with timid groans.