to be at last — as meant
that second Sun now known
flourishing so free of chains
their boldest strokes painting Soul
River, guiding ever-inward;
homeward
Grace bestowing, becoming, betrothing
such Honor earned
pains of past now burnt to Flame
anew with Wind, she’d fly
her God within,
their Goddess born beside
such time of gold ahead
showers of Light untold
no shame could withstand this Love
