In moonbathed glens

I sought you there

where the glass stars shone

brittle and bare


The rivers were crystal

that no longer flowed

the sun had fled

Apollo never showed


And the howls of wolves

can be heard from all sides

though there are none

you still see their eyes


There are no people

the mountains are forever

valley after valley

time without measure


And the great forests

bled silver in dusky hue

are never quite reachable

exactly out of view