Reflections on the water.

Sweet lady Fate, a secret daughter –
(I sent a message on the water)
Be as it mote,
(- Like a sail-boat)
Or as it seems,
(Made of dreams.)

Sailboat on its sacred trip
(Like a raft, a merchant-ship,)
Journeys due North
(To carry forth)
To Maiden, fair –
(A silent prayer -)

For to discuss my problem with her,
(I watched it glide across the river,)
It ripples in
(I saw it spin)
The water.
(And falter,)

Far ahead in the dark night
(I watched as it sailed out of sight -)
A cool, still beach –
(And bid it reach)
My message, sent
(Where it was meant.)

Shall find her there.
(I know not where.)

SJL: 3rd February, 2004