Moonfleet

Could I remount the river of my years
To the first fountain of our smiles and tears
I would not trace again its streams of hours
Between its outworn banks of withered flowers.

I – am the hour of darkness
I – am the heart of the frozen
I – am the bringer of coldness
I – am the wound of the chosen.

Where I would walk in spirit and behold
Our elements resolved to things untold
And fathom hidden wonders and explore
The essence of great bosoms now no more.

What is death – a quiet of the heart
The whole of that – of which we are a part
For life is but a vision – what I see
For all which lives – alone is life to me.

Could I remount the river of my years
To the first fountain of our smiles and tears
Where I would walk in spirit and behold
Our elements resolved to things untold.