Mother, wake me not from this dream -
longing for You, I turn my eyes to dawn
cascading over morning's purple horizon.
I am Your vessel, inside me burns Your spark,
a Light in times of darkness. My heart
aflame with Your touch, and my desire burns.

-Cyrae Hineb Saloe

Penned by my hand on the 8th of Variach, in the year 206 MA.