This summer night Thick with textures A broth of mist and sound Alive with bells Sleigh bells Mournful black streets are Spun with webs of light That move like the tide Back and forth It is the deepest of summer now The fresh rain in the deep green Caresses my feet though I cannot see them My foot prints rise in the green Eyes upon me The compa** in my head guides my motion Continuity spins on in the cosmos Revolves around this instant That will never come again Eternal and mortal at once The companion I seek is a dark muse