I am the fire of the quiet volcano.
I am the wings of the wild tornado.
I am the moon through the willow,
And the eyes in the shadows,
And…I have seen you.
My home is the fabric of reality.
I have seen you wander through my threads.
From both sides I have seen your morality,
For my cloth reaches in all done and said.
Back and forth you pass through,
And I have…seen you.
I am the road sign in the place you can’t find.
I am the journey on the road that you do wind.
I am the fuel of the light of all kind…
Back and forth you pass through,
And I…have seen you.
I am the word of the unspoken language.
I am the beast, the rock, and the man.
My name is the nameless,
For I am that I am.
And as you journey across and through,
And ask of me what wanderers do,
Choose reverent words, both pure and true,
For I have seen… you.