The Youth questions why the Queen of Bubbles seeks the sun in her bubble crown, as her chariot and crown will melt away. The Queen responds that the sun and earth are merely bubbles, and that she calls the bubbles home each night to her caves on the coast of Thule. From there, she sends forth new faiths and loves that break but are made whole again, riding the reborn bubbles back on the waves of chaos with new stars in the evening for those that burst in the morn. The Queen sees her soul as the wind of Thule, and knows that the sun is a fragile bubble that she created.
The Youth questions why the Queen of Bubbles seeks the sun in her bubble crown, as her chariot and crown will melt away. The Queen responds that the sun and earth are merely bubbles, and that she calls the bubbles home each night to her caves on the coast of Thule. From there, she sends forth new faiths and loves that break but are made whole again, riding the reborn bubbles back on the waves of chaos with new stars in the evening for those that burst in the morn. The Queen sees her soul as the wind of Thule, and knows that the sun is a fragile bubble that she created.
The Youth questions why the Queen of Bubbles seeks the sun in her bubble crown, as her chariot and crown will melt away. The Queen responds that the sun and earth are merely bubbles, and that she calls the bubbles home each night to her caves on the coast of Thule. From there, she sends forth new faiths and loves that break but are made whole again, riding the reborn bubbles back on the waves of chaos with new stars in the evening for those that burst in the morn. The Queen sees her soul as the wind of Thule, and knows that the sun is a fragile bubble that she created.
"Why do you seek the sun In your bubble-crown ascending? Your chariot will melt to mist. Your crown will have an ending."
The Goddess replies: -
"Nay, sun is but a bubble, Earth is a whiff of foam - To my caves on the coast of Thule Each night I call them home. Thence Faiths blow forth to angels And loves blow forth to men - They break and turn to nothing And I make them whole again. On the crested waves of chaos I ride them back reborn: New stars I bring at evening For those that burst at morn: My soul is the wind of Thule And evening is the sign - The sun is but a bubble, A fragile child of mine."