Follow me, sage father
Tempered with the ages
Embodied in a ghost
Never seen
Where lies my hope
Deaf as a post
To all my suffering

Follow me, exalted past
On fields of glory
All honor makes
Never forgetting
The stories told
From turning pages
In recesses of my mind

Follow me, heart pure
Filtered by the ashes
Of all my failures
Cleansed by fire
Escaping no one
Resurrections made
And wounds healed

Follow me, wizened lady
Reading tea leaves
Arranged by nature
At the bottom
Of my cup of fears
Forecast my future
With all its tears

Follow me, natural soul
Who lifts me higher
On tides of hope
Beyond the safety
Of those would hang
Me on a rope
With no remorse

Follow me, immortal mother
Whose love I knew
Born of pleasure
Her seed good measure
From which I grew
Into her treasure
Behold in her eye