Mountains high enough to touch the God,
to reach the numinous.
Impart your wisdom onto me- make me
the wiser.
Dark cold nights cloud the judgement of men
as the sunlight is shrouded from us.
Now I walk blindly with a dying torch;
Only memory of the layout can help you now.
Moon shining high in the sky,
God of tides and water,
guide me as you do the waves
so I may find my way home
To see the next sunrise.
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