Map of the Creator - Byzantine

You mustn’t cry for me

This is how it’s meant to be

What I must do won’t be forgotten

A million miles away

We’re isolated by the space between

The Map of the Creator

We must inscribe the way

Hieroglyphic life contained

The more I learn

The more that I know nothing

Now you wait in the wings

The dynasty of all beautiful things

Designed by the Maker

My mind attempts to wane and wander

All of my thoughts in vain

Detachment washes over me

It’s never over

I won’t return unscathed from this

Astounding futility

Isolation takes its toll, subtly

Mother Earth has earned her challenge

Never to emerge the same

Cradling humanity

It’s never over

I am tempted by thoughts of death

To crack the serenity

Contact has broken away

This is my reward