Ages I have forgotten
like monoliths of glass turned to sand
not knowing if I can ever have simplicity
shining into my eyes
as golden as the morning sun.
I have raised soldiers and kings.
Raised them from the dust
into the starry heights
and watched them remake the heavens.
I have loved such men
and turned the mirror on their souls
to show them their worth.
For a good man is worth his weight
in virtue and grace.
I have dressed in satin
flowing with garlands of red and white.
Guiding the fates of man
for a cause no less than divine.
I have dressed in rags,
tattered and dissolute
to find the lost souls
who have fallen far from the heights
of the celestial palaces
where they were grown
to say goodbye and to bring some home.