There is a place I think of last
Before each night and day,
Where night is green and never black
When all else turns to grey.
Here the river flows as if
Each gurgle were its first
And bamble sleepy insects might
Adance, alight, athirst.
The moss-hugged giants curl their toes
And lead them down to shore.
Ta-woo, Ta-woo, the tawny goes
Before he hunts for more.
The fullest moon, or thinnest yet,
Contented with its fill,
Grows fat on sight of river night
And lets its bounty spill.
And, lo! Take care! Don't scare it so...
The pearl of heaven falls
And leaps about the laps and waves
While the 'hopper calls.
Sparkling droplets take their rests
By friends lost in the day.
Chatter, chuckle, laugh they will;
Happy, oh so gay!
They wind around my feet, aflare,
Carrying their gifts.
Given all to waterfall
As my mind becomes the drifts
As my breath becomes the wind,
As my eyes become the deep.
As shadows o'er the shallows skip
I shall live and never sleep.
Inspired by a sentence from Three Men in a Boat, believe it or not. Haven't written anything in a while. Just letting you guys know I'm still writing :)