It is your moment

    I saw you long ago
You carried silver in the night.
Come, my friend,
A boat approaches
To collect its cargo.

There's a bustle in the harbour;
Gather your treasures,
Your locket, your staff
And your broken shoe.

Those devils you sent away
They simply went and tormented
Your brother and your sister,
And fed at their table, instead.

All that silver 
Was no more than sawdust
In the billowing sun,
Humanity's shipwreck.

May I walk with you?
What need hath thee now
Of any finery?
Old wisdom withers on the vine.

It is your moment...
See the lights down below
Hear the bells tolling
Rejoice in your home-coming.

Your lover has arrived.