I have a wish to sing

Of time before the beginning

When nothing was all

But how to sing of nothing?

So I sing of the beginning

The birth of all creation

The borders of nothingness

The substance of inception

The solitude of space my uncaring mother

My father salt of the sea

Still unborn I remained

Unopened the narrow gate

Unborn in my hiding place

No release by my maker

Wrapped around my darkness

I knew my that time was waiting

I felt the passage of days and nights

And northern stars

The solitude of space my uncaring mother

My father salt of the sea

The void and infinity were never ending

Time had no beginning

The songs were born into my mind

The knowledge of the stars

The stories before and after

The spells of war and peace

The birth of the world was my birth too

I found the land, began the time

From shorelessness of the sea

From underneath the space

I have a wish to sing

Of time before the beginning…