Skyforger

Inside this nonexistence

I know very clearly

The directions, all the points

Of every potential quarter



I forge my wisdom

Into an arc surrounding all

I forge my heartbeat

To a dome all heavens wide



I know the sun and the moon

The names of stars

Their movement and purpose

I mark the place of Polaris on these impossible heights



I forge the horizons

I craft them for flowing blood

I forge the places

Precise for silver, precise for gold



In solitude I measure out

The range of barren lands

I draw into the nothingness

The intersecting curves



I look at all directions

I look at one clear point

I see them all come togeher

I see into the heart



This here is my place, it is my work

I was made the maker of the sky



I am the maker of the sky

I am the forger of the arc