A Precipice. A Door. کے بول

What place is this? Ia raue oun soal I stood so still Vead cuarne courpaion Where have I gone? Iaj o zeov ial andea What words are these? Alunea, dag ua nai Language of morning Thoughts in a dewdrop's tremor And you are quickening air New words pull from me From your formation Iash! Ie! Iesh! Iie! I come from far off and across A place of endless blooming Furiously chased by their words It does not end Here too I see this blooming, and we reach for it now Voices in the echoes taking form in air That I must chase without choice And create meaning Is a challenge to my new mind And I must move slowly Crafted by those from my home to seed a new land Etched into your code all things known And drawn in the sand Ie dej veana undare Sky-brother, tell me, on your distant star Was there a place where meaning held it's motion? All is meaning, all is movement When I returned You came here from the sunlight And now are we to greet ourselves? Can we be still? Come now, we’ll watch the twilight I should not have gone! Should is a word I can’t find And now are we to greet ourselves? What place is this? Eudzi, Aaithua