Worlds Of Light - Qntal

I’m happiest when most away

I can bear my soul from its home of clay

On a windy night when the moon is bright

And the eye can wander through worlds of light

The world was made of nothing then

'Tis made by nothing now again

Mighty Nothing!

unto thee

Nothing we owe all things that be

When I am not and none beside —

Nor earth nor sea nor cloudless sky

But only spirit wandering wide

Through infinite immensity

The world was made of nothing then

'Tis made by nothing now again

Mighty Nothing!

unto thee

Nothing we owe all things that be