Poem: Gold | Clearharmony - Falundafa in Europe

The heart, let it ride the wind triumphant,
Unfold many a forge of sails.
Stretching beyond until horizons unseen,
Realms hallowed upon flight and firmament.

A journey to flood every shore and splendour,
Its song resounding from summits to tides immeasurable.

With the multitudes enlivened,
Myriads of beings rejoice,
Weaving light where a thousand suns arise.

The heart, from a cast of shadows,
Calm to dawns resplendent,
As moments cower behind aeons and more,
Awakening worlds and processions of infinite gold.