Songs from a graveyard

I love my roots
however grave they are
I see them alive and dead
And they have thousand gods
Each mirroring one another

All my roots, and their naked
solitude, it is gleaming long

Here in this island
Twilight is so long
So is its hand works

I see the sweat of little hands
As they brighten its coast

I ride on their dreams
However pauper I am

No longer am I puppet
of silky silver destiny

Sinking with the mermaids
I am not a bird in a castle

Many thunders to pass
Many wonders to last

And I know a certain truth
I love beauty and to its fullest