How came we here, where olden sorrows rest?
Where flowers bloom on moors where Cathy runs
What life appears beyond our mortal test
Where simple light shines forth from simple suns
If no one knows the stories we’ve become
Are stories more or less than life’s remorse
Remorse to which the world may yet succumb
As such of which we testify, of course
Now turn to find the Pearl of priceless tales
The words such storied times and tides evince
Like subtle breezes grown to regal gales
As if the breath of God could make life wince
Our stories grow in verdant worlds like this
Now stay with me and share a friendsome kiss.