Klaus Vaulka

What lies within the furthest reaches of the sky?
That wich guides a lost child back to her mother, Exile,
Waves that flow, and dye the land gold,
A land full of grain, blessed by the breath that nurtures life,
The path the angels decend upon,
the path of great winds, the grand stream,
What lies in the furthest reaches of one's memory?
The place where all are born and all will return, a blue star.