Tempestuous youth!
pack me a sacket
of figs and dried meat
make me this packet
for y'pon the road.

Forbear me, swiven
dissembling lover
I travel tonight
by the light of the moon
Beyond to the Sea of
Dreams of Another
whose shores are watered
by  the tears of a loon

Proud, ancient father
you'll press me go farther
but ere then I'll be gone
for I cannot stay

Flexible Shadows!
weave round my horses
yoke them, enfold them
round about woven them
take them and hold them
with the barest of
threads.