Visions of the visible invisible
given only to one with sight;
memories of once pristine mind
blessed to him who guards his insight.

Days upon days of endless horizon
unknown endings calls for once brave —
for feet to tread the firmament,
but lightly, careful not to disturb the grave.

Beyond the sky sheer madness lies
                few can stand its heave-ho sway —
a land of fire all blazing blue,
                few can feel its blustery daze.

Why with heaven so clear and cool
men choose to fulmine thunder and light?
Why with earth so warm and moist
men construct hard covers of night?

To the Man who sees beyond the sky
who shares the dream of truth's lunacy,
to this man who dares to question the winds
of whim, may his way be men's prophecy.

-Tsai