Myst & Motion

I hear the tugboat
From the Old Man’s hollow

Over there, he is
With the lantern light
I follow

And Alone
I find respite from my own zone

Up top, I gaze below
To find the Elysian Fields
That yield a place called Home

A purling river snakes thro’
From dale-to-dale
Soon, you’ll see, we shall lift the veil
And regale