As the Raven Flies

May I dote upon you with mine eyes,
of your beauty may I partake?
May I grasp your hand and revel in solace
that yours is no Terran origin,
but rather of the firmament?

May I dive into the ocean of enigma?
Am I permissed to tread thoughts,
and be moved by the waves?
May I sail upon violet swells,
and hold fast when Ageaeon's tempest roils?

May I enter the garden, where few dare tread?
Can I cut through the hedge of shadows?
May I taste the sweetness of its bounty,
and plant my own germ in the rich soil?
For as long as I am allowed to stay,
I will tend to and care for such a sacred place,
and corner to corner will be ripe with the fruits of life and living.