Faint Ghost of half-remembered dream
Of time and tide, not what they seem,
Leading down to water’s edge.
Promises of dawn dissolving night
Faint blush on eastern brow in sight
Leading near horizon’s edge
Gentle brush of silken hair
Soft whispers on the misty air
Leading souls to passion’s edge.
Mere sylphs of floating spectral lace,
Misty line of half-remembered face
Leading to creation’s edge.
Sparks struck bright to hungry tinder
Leap twig to branch with naught to hinder
Leading to the forest’s edge.
Ghosts of full-remembered dream
Of time and tide, more than they seem,
Leading from the water’s edge.