Written by: maria gothard

Unlike the roaring of the oceans
And the storms not quenching thirst
What is it than I ask thee
To make one's self surrender
To the breath of earthly hull.

In the dreams of humility
Found are the things of beauty
The quest of desired dreams.
Yet in the senses of the day
Lost are thoughts from deep within
Mankind's thoughts empty lull

Ach, Poets dreams to find the words
Of tangled twisted crimes and wars
To melt the world like golden core
To melt the metal bloodstained swords
No gained treasures by plundering hands
Ah, to surrender in humility
Stirred will be refiners gold for all.