Deep within his waters

Arose the golden lines

Snaking the ground like vines

Picked clean by the daughters

Of a glorious sun

Their purpose lay hidden

Submerged in dusts of time

Their ways calm and benign

A path not forbidden

A path already done

Unseen unless chosen

Escaping awareness

Filtered by the darkness

Only eyes wide open

Discern the mystery

Never a pause nor break

A continuity

Unfathomable tree

Branches to not forsake

Connected, you to me

A chord

A rope

A tether

A bind to our heartstrings

Woven, you and I