My inward eye remembers days now lost to time
The childhood years...

Grey sleek shadow
hard against the snow...

High in Towers dark
where Orb and wand weave...

There is a Stand of Beech
Stark and skeletal...

And there...
painted on Tapestries of darkness...

The man remembers now
back to then...

I hold a key gleaming
before a door of silvered hue...

I hold a crown floating
in shadow of dark longing...

Was it you I saw
Holding to your heart...

A pool within
beckons now...

And it was said
that in the Elder Days...

The time and place I can't remember
Was it June or late September...