He's heading northnWith silent shoutnAnd quiet reverencenThe wish to be grantednnHe's come to catchnHis midnight sunnA star to wish uponnBleached in northern lightsnnIt's cold, he's told it's beauty was irresistiblenHe's brave; he's safe in this land of his dreamsnThe moon will rise to see him offnnOne day there will be time to put his mind to restnHe will find his cavenA shelter to keep them outnIt's dark, the mark appears in the distance of his tired eyesnThe golden light hits his unconscious mindnIt proves the goal is here for himnnHe has come too closenThe end so fair and sparklingnWind will blow his mind back to where it belongsnnTime will change; and time will broaden his mindnMonuments of ancient beliefs are written in stonenNot fading to keep the word of faith