So resolute a path, which carries us away
From sun-bright snow to darkness. To the fading ray
Dreamers cling, but we chose dimming. We watch and know
Failing it fades outshone, quicksilver brought gold low.
We heave and barter through tunnels brighter than day.
Eloquent solution, “We’ll endure. Come what may”.
But elegance escapes us, oak worth naught but pay,
While just beyond our ken, the great storms start to grow.
So resolute a path.
Two worlds in one: bright ether words from house caves gray
But though we turn our face from air and ocean spray