Idle as it seemed
Trudging through the mist
Following the creeks, erasing dim lines on the list
Eager to arrive
Leaving footprints in the clay
Reading rocks and vines
Telling indigo from gray
Telling indigo from gray
Scattered rays of light
On dust gains in ther air
All berries in the trees
Earn a steady flare
Among the mirrors of the scene
Some appear frail and incomplete
In a vast field of bales she runs
From the deepest Valley past the sun
Opening the vault
To find spinning tops in play
Embedded nasted yarn
diverting from the gates
But once the faint elusive moans
Evaporate in the morning light
All deserted yearnings come to life
Surface from the dark to realize
How in a vast she runs
From the deepest valley past the sun
All tis time, witness to the changing tides
Idle as a wave moving out at sea
Cruising without sound, molding what's to be
Serene between the trails
Serene with the time
And ink of a ghost