I plant my feet firm on the rivebank
The sweet petrichor seizing under dusk's chilling spell
Our mighty star melting into a rich fiery horizon
Settling in unison with the current's ripples
Now glassed over, mirroring the moon's icy glow

I stare across at the deep forest
The silhouettes of mighty evergreens reaching to their full extent
Though nothing else but the soft echo of dried needles
and perhaps a whisper from the cold wind
Craftily dancing between the trees and resting by the river's side

Beneath the glassy waterbed
I see darkness as black as ink
The obscured home of many a living
And I, I will not venture there
I will not go, for I gravely fear the unknown

Not fear, terror! An artistic transformation has possessed my thoughts
The river, forest, stars and moon circle me faster and faster
In its eye, the eyes of the obscure are watching me, plotting
I don't belong here, please let me go
Faster and faster, searching for something familiar, but thud! I am asleep, a gift from defensive response

Until the world I know returns, and then I shall return

I wake up on the riverbank
The sun's glow touching all colourful life
I see the river's waves begin to dance
And the forest trees sway along
I see absolute beauty

Beauty too, must fear the night