Drops of Dew

A walk by bye

  Brown trunk, red soil,
  the black coiling road,
  green grass, white sky,
  black buffaloes' abode.

  And stretched in front,
  the blue lake one
  the tiny temple on far far left
  on right the shadow of a sun.

  "Oh! see that speck, right up front
  smack in the middle of the lake
  Oh! is it a man, is it a dove
  or just an old oak fake?"


  The clock ticks away
  let us go back
  the time for trifle is gone
  "Once in an eon
  you come here", he says,
  "to this lake, this heart, this dawn."

  And yet we must scuttle
  for the life moves on
  and frivolity ain't our way
  ennui you know
  and nature and love
  they're intellect's and person's decay.

  "But who is he my friend
  for he is no log
  he is no log for sure
  he that wades with hands or wings
  he that wades ashore?"

  Oh! just let us go back
  I say to the crack
  let us go back ere noon,
  A hundred calls await
  the horner the smith
  Let us go back to our doom.

  And nor can you tell me
  it's a forlorn duck
  flopping about in the sun
  low, behold it's a boy, sat on a tube
  an attire of his father done.

  And he's dropping his nets
  for fishes and frets
  and the hawks circling around
  and he puts in his hand,
  A fish to demand
  and bags a prize for the town.

  Ah it's noon, a bell rings long
  the class calls me to come
  such is the loss of a young boy o' lass
  years yet young must numb.

  I have been this place
  over an year now
  and never had the time to see
  In what fairy land
  by what unworldly lake
  god has made me be.