Illumination billows out in a fog-like state,
I am unsure if it is dangerous or safe.
It draws me near and caresses me still,
I love it immediately and know I always will.
I stare in awe, I stare with strong intent,
I know it can sense that I will not be bent.
I will not sway or run or abandon,
I know it would not choose me at random.
Forever grateful for my guiding hand,
Forever grateful that I will cover much land.
I am meant for the earth, though I am made of the stars,
I find solace in knowing that all we desire can be ours.