I set boots upon a virgin earth,
And soles upon an unseen soil.
The wind, it moves before me,
And sun-scented breezes
Fill the sails I unfold for flight.
I find a song to find solace in me.
Seeking a mind in which to hide,
Telling tales of trees and canopies.
I listen and I do not record
The secrets buried in me.
And jewels of many voyages
Fill the corners of my unexplored,
Where in me I take memory.
Someday soon I make it home,
But these things I hold will always
Be unbroken and untouched, until...