All must pass by hooded lane
through hollow way and on that day
when you rest on swimming plain
Again, your tears shall wither away.

A march day morning like a lamb
timidly waltzing the waters face
Slowly, gently her face so fair
she stares, in her natural grace.
A place of enchantment.

Then on to pastures of blazing shade
sweet aroma, petal cascade
Over hidden dweller
Over hidden grave
Seekers of tranquil shall only remain.

With sun and sky, with earth and I
with warmth as deep as mind.
Through hooded lane, alone again
I will leave my rues behind.

Now down to rest on beds of leafs,
and down to rest a while.
Whilst beneath the earth their minds lay still,
and mystically, alone, they smile.
A place of enchantment

The end