I heard a voice, questioning me.
Shocked, and puzzled, I turned 'round to see.
There, between 2 frames and between 3 folds
I heard the wandering man, and his story to unfold.
"Look me in the moon,
and ignore the reflection.
Was it not I, your first affection?
Was it not you, my pupil born first?
With life slipping between your hands,
with rain dripping so much worse.
Come into the shower,
of heavenly origins through.
Come greet me by the flowers,
come let me introduce you."
And with a whisper, the man fell back into his shadow.