You are yet to come home, my favourite being of sand
Yet to be truly born and yet to be left voiceless behind
Yet to truly have lived the 100 days of wonder that lie in front of the sleeping prisoners every time they fall astray.
You are yet to be truly here, my beautiful being of wonder,
Coming home from the wonders of time, as a traveller setting himself free again
From strains and wonders of the time evoked by his hidden powers.
Alchemy is the new name
They give to love nowadays
Proving it can turn fear into dust and iron into gold
Until the end of time.
