The Explorer - Vintersorg

Born in the auroral arc’s centre

With eyes reflecting its sublime ways

A splendid vision to enter

Robed in the semblance of beams in haze

It enlights his eternal questioning

Of worlds in space afar

As the curtain of the known is vanishing

Under the portrait of a star

He sees a paradise in every flower

A solar system in every spark

He’s trying to reach a subliminal power

And slowly sinks into the dark

Scenic radiance hides its embers

In the function of rising a tide

But mountain summits still remembers

Where it use to ride

His heart, the thunders imitation

His breath, the gentle winds vocation

In a pensive spirit unsealing the bodly cocoon

As his mind swallows the moon

He sees a paradise in every flower

A solarsystem in every spark

He’s trying to reach a subliminal power

And slowly sinks into the dark

Like a mental Columbus in ecstacy

Controlling his spiritual cave

But just a microscopical cell in the galaxy

So, he’s both master and slave

A burning comet which tries to pass

Through the universal door

Where ashrams lurks in the hourglass

Deep within the cosmic core

He sees a paradise in every flower

A solarsystem in every spark

He’s trying to reach a subliminal power

And slowly sinks into the dark