All life begins with air in autumn mists.
The Frozen goddess Air becomes the wind,
The clouds, the water, and the earth in turn.
All life begins with air in autumn sun,
The fiery goddess Air becomes the fire,
A howling tempest awesome to behold
And star creating, fuelling and desire,
Apeiron is the first and fire the last.
The human heart, just like the tempest, burns
With loss and sorrow, pained right to the core.
The boundless, wondrous stars and planets are
Inspired by burning torrents of a fire
That lives on in our hearts and souls.
A golden memory of time too short
That glows like fiery autumn leaves,
That slowly fall, without a warning, down
Into the unseen space of death. And we
Are left to mourn the fall and still cling on
With hope to that unyielding cosmic tree.