and you spoke with trembling
like towns left blazing.
words that rang like iron hammers,
in halls of stone, with hung banners.
hung like a man left wading,
and time slows when you pass;
my voice spoke, that you'd grasp
but sometimes only grass grows.
and this maze is ever winding
like silhouettes in the darkness binding.
frail things to splinter off,
like moon sings and winds lost.
I digress this effort spent,
it's a tonic like my mind went.
bare low like ever calling,
with eyes changed,
and brightness dawning.