In the murky waters

The mirror always shows,

The darkest shed, upon my head,

The shadows silvery glow.

 

And yet there lies a peacefulness,

A quickly changing mood

Above the din, what might have been,

A breathlessness ensued.

 

Cold black the stroke of dawning

Of some rejected thing,

Of empty light, the world alright,

That drifts across again.

 

And have not I, found a glimpse

That rolls beneath the clouds,

Of fields again, unequalled then,

That dims beneath the shroud.

 

Rave is their intention

Some danger graver still,

Of bright deep sheen, of evergreen,

The watcher and the will.

 

Who was this then to follow?

This traveler I might ask,

Of light keen eyes, of distant whys,

Seen mentioned in the task.

 

In moons that grow the rounder,

In silent nights do weep

I lure her there, I dare to care,

And rise before I sleep.