Were I the sun of my thoughts

And the moon of my being.

There in the universe to glow

Like no other being.

Would there be no death

To claim the mortal I'm not?

And if I'm not mortal, yet alive,

I dare to see beyond the pale.

There is no mind to comprehend

What cannot be explained.

Nor eyes to envision the beauty

That is waiting to be ordained.

I think, but not of thoughts-

Only mortals have these.

Mine are from the valleys

That nobody has dare to see.

Yet in my migration I see

The doors I've yet to open.

The vista of beauty not known

Will be mine alone to dwell.