It's my purpose,
to lead a life walking the path of Light.
It's my intention,
to be one with my creation.
It's my prerogative,
to be who I was born to be.
My dreams -  
aren't the hooded wanderers of night,
they are the messengers of Light.
For eons they've sang,
their voices buried in memories -
forgotten and later found.
They left behind their song,
that kissed my slumbering heart.
Asleep first, and awoke at last,
realized by time,
kissed by a hymn,
my heart hummed its song.
It's my responsibility,
to journey with my heart,
to that the place in the Universe,
where my song was born.