encircled by the dawn
like an oyster shell
hear stories that go on
in tales travelers tell

of secrets which she hides
in gloom of the brook
of dreams in which resides
a hazy phantom look

yet roads which she's taken
all paths which unfold
like pools which lilies fathom
in sorrows untold

though her heart does know
no one does life mourn
when world closes its doors
she shall be reborn