Going North (Octavia Sperati)

He's heading north With silent shout And quiet reverence The wish to be granted He's come to catch His midnight sun A star to wish upon Bleached in northern lights It's cold, he's told it's beauty was irresistible He's brave; he's safe in this land of his dreams The moon will rise to see him off One day there will be time to put his mind to rest He will find his cave A shelter to keep them out It's dark, the mark appears in the distance of his tired eyes The golden light hits his unconscious mind It proves the goal is here for him He has come too close The end so fair and sparkling Wind will blow his mind back to where it belongs Time will change; and time will broaden his mind Monuments of ancient beliefs are written in stone Not fading to keep the word of faith