Hints of Heaven
Have the elder races halted,
Of Life immense in passion, pulse, and power?
What gods can exceed these that clasp me by the hand?
I believe you are latent with unseen existences,
You who celebrate bygones.
I sing the songs of the glory of none, not god, sooner
than I sing the songs of the glory of you.
Will you give me yourself?
Will you come travel with me?
Will you turn aside all your life?
A man is a summons and challenge.
We will sail pathless and wild seas,
And never be quiet again.