When you still wore stardust,
before you discovered this plane
When the galaxies danced at your whim or will
still then, nothing remained the same.
You wept when a planet was born or died
Your diamond tears descended as rain
Your divinity moving in and out the tides
Why then, my beloved, do you think these gifts arcane?
Now is the experience, like any other ride,
only now the power is that of indigenous hurricanes.