Saline Grace Stream
The powerful realms of time
Shroud us dream figures in
Frightening dreams of that
Hateful defencelessness
Our pale silhouettes are
Strange prisoners on that old
And rudderless raft of truth
Chained to the changeable
Whirls of waiting on
The stream of fading
And while the daylight is waiting
Hidden behind the bare skull's top
Of a cruelly grinning moon
My figure is staring into a whispering
And lively landscape of trees
Which is filled with hope and
Speaks the stranger's language
The temptation to understand
Bears peculiar pictures
Of an unsuspecting boy
The dawn appears grey and
Contorted beyond recognition
In deep loss of the former pride
Swept away on rudderless raft
By raging stream's power
In those deeper waters of
Our blinded existence
While sad eye sockets rove
Through their chamber's
Everlasting emptiness
