Morning entered briskly with a melody receding Underneath the water sinking in a well There I gone again the creek the green the clustered buildings Underneath the beams that held the meeting house Here we laid our threads and here they interlace together Join our voices like a prism in reverse Here I first transfigured hymnal page to high aurora As some flecks of dust flickered in shafts of Sun Once I held a map and stared down at the lines and legend Shifting [?] and dreams [?] fracture [?] Past the boundaries of that world another lay beyond it Faintly stirring there in even greater dream [?] In a grey robe as the others were her hair tucked under Plain as moonlight with a gentle form obscured Brought a finger to her lips as she bade them to follow In the thicket of a dark unending wood