walk in step to the east to the east

toward eden rising lost in mists

eternity’s dream buried by hammerfall

still

to sit before her walls and weep

is preferable to the cursed ground

to offer self to her circling sword

is preferable to wandering dark

and when the breathing breeze is right

I can smell truth as it winds through the Tree

and when it is quiet as death in the water

I can hear the footsteps of God in the moonlight

may earthen clay enfold me here forever