Like pirates off your shores of waste   our kiss you can forget   a newborn sense of smell and taste   for things you've never met   our nose no longer knows the heel of   give it more and give it faster   our pleasures still retain their feel for honor is their master   three winds fill the sails of my sisters and my brothers   grace from beyond, scorn from behind,   and love for each other      God of all gods father of each holy one   God of all gods father of each lowly one   God of all gods like a mother to the orphaned ones   God of all gods wholly other to the broken half of me      dim memory brings the shade of lesser days around me   back before the waking, the time of my founding   dark was the heart with but its own desires   when a god will not be tamed, man will serve a liar   from the shores i saw the sails of my   sisters and my brothers   left hehind the old life, born into another      eighteen years upon these waves storm, salt, and pounding   i wouldn't trade a minute of the seeing or the doubting   alive i am in the teeth of faith, few answers i have found   but the call that brings me back to life, to it i am bound   three winds fill the sails of my sisters and my brothers   grace from beyond, scorn from behind,   and love for each other