Cosmia,
Cosmia awake from your thousand year slumber
to breathe what life bellows from your limbs
Dance like before, with a flourish of your skirt becomes the curtains of the stars
And the song you do write becomes the ashes in the light;
the cosmic dust we’ve left in sight
Though we still yearn we have learnt to believe
That the life you have furnished is the life we receive
And starshine yeilds panic where heavens collide
and you were there with it in the burning divide
Oh Cosmia you harrow
long before dusk
and with the evening you harbor your trust
in thousands of lights strewn beneath your dark sea
and with it we saddle to meet the pine trees
where once you left light and now you’ve left seeds
What respite you’ve gotten, too long we have fought in
A war to meet grandeur beyond our hindsight
and with it we raise our poor hands to the skies
Oh Cosmia come down and show through our poor eyes