Beyond open skies above,
home high above the eyes of men.
I make on castles in the air,
bricks from words borrowed from beyond,
from sights I haven't seen from yonder.

I sail away, from kingdoms I break to kingdoms I make,
at some sacred place, stuck in whirlpools of my own thoughts.
I sail on, high above the reach of eagle's wings,
to the worlds made on words I borrow,
I sail on, to the lands unseen, that I make.