I made you with my eyes
When the lids were not shut
And the day had not fallen
To the cover of night.

I made you as a child,
my island of dreams.

I spawned you from Ophir's gold,
clothed you with the sun and decked you with the stars.
Then you took time's wings
And flew across the river styx.

I called and you did not stop
I pursued and i grew

I grew facial hair and adult teeth
I grew taller and stronger
I grew old and wrinkled

I grew tired of following
And I told my children of you.