creak

And in every leaf a kingdom

A journey through the wind

Every crack a clarion

To the waiting watcher west

But this night a night of silence

Where canine never speaks

And a river is just a river

And sleep is just the end

It a shade, a mystery

Of effervescent dark

With joyful fear I venture

In trail of singing night

But now a song is words

In rhythm and in rhyme

To simply run a high and low

And fully end in time

I will dance upon the stream

Dance upon the cliff

I will drink ambrosial drink

Overflowing and with laugh

No, it is a tired thing

Graying, dying grass

The water murking 

Ever grasping for a breathe

And crowns and queens 

With court and bard

Grail, beast, and lair

Quest abound 'pon every tree

Yet it itches and it scrapes

It bites my heart

And tells me of the real things

Whose names are all a-named

And a creak is a story

Which I swim and I drink

And I am overwhelmed

And I sink and I love it

And I cannot breath

The water drowns

An old man

He sinks

And cries