There are countless shadows
Tangled with the spring’s unbroken green
And you are the light-stemmed ripple,
The sway that unties dreams,
Without the strive or turmoil
But with the weariness of heart
Your thirst remains unkindled
Yet the rain is never far.
It lashes the restless beauty,
But the world cares only for stars.
So chasers walk by the edge of day
Refusing to sip the night,
While divers swim through the darkest skies
To speak for those whose lips are dry
And bear storms to feed the unseen light.
Here, there is always a light burning,
Enchantingly, through the nights,
Like an ethereal soul against a mindless crowd,
Down the harbor, seemingly in mid-sea,
A faraway beacon to set your homeward course by.