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...

Before Day's Dawning
in my landscape of living...

I will perhaps...dream of Plains
where eagle's wing cleaves high thermals...