We've walked around a mountainside,
Now resting by a stream,
A curling trail of turbulence
Swirling in a running dream.
Sitting and laughing with heads thrown back,
In bubbling splash as water falls
But through the wash and splashing leaves
A singing voice from rocky halls.
The others doubt a mystic voice
A crazy thought as "nothing's there"
But glimpsing near a stand of fern
A shock of blue, then golden hair.
A pounding heart and flushing face
Without a doubt of what I've seen,
Surely there's a pearly face
And gown of blue by mossy green!
Soon we'll leave but I won't speak
Another word about this sight.
We've walked for days now one to go
Let's make our camp, an hour tonight.
When staring at the flames at dusk
With a crystal thought of water rings,
A glimpse of blue near bubbling falls.
The gentle song the spirit brings.
Away at dawn as others sleep
Returning to the falls of night,
My rushing feet, my pounding heart
A land of song and mystic sight.
Dawn's late hour, I've made it back
"Here I am, now come to me"
Dripping rocks, ferns and moss
Nothing more is there to see.
Passion steam from pounding lungs
Amidst the white of waterfalls,
A moment's fear that all is lost
Then light appears from green stained walls.
Like the jolting shock of crashing fists
A sight of joy by waterside,
A spirit girl beyond the dark
Walking clear and not denied.
"I am here" she strongly said
"You sang a song here yesterday
And called for me when resting here",
"What is this place?", I tried to say.
A song of unaccustomed voice
Though still she made me understand
This is not a place for mortal feet,
A corner of a different land."
Within my heart the wish was seen
To tell the rest and take them here
We'd come again, then tell the world
But in her eyes I sensed a fear.
"Leave us now, come not again
Calling you was my mistake
A love you bear had made me sing
So go before your friends awake!"
She walked behind the weeping rocks
I glanced toward the glowing sky
And left the shadowed mystery
Of eel and green-eyed dragonfly.
My mind recurred when rushing back
Spinning on that magic dell
Of fern of stream and golden rays
A promised hope of not to tell.
Just off the path by darkened leaf
A shining stone as from a dream
Though walking near a while ago,
I held the jewel of gold and cream.
Cool and smooth with sparking rays
As if once known by ancient kings,
A shock above and through the sun
A darting flight of silver wings.
Then at camp I fuelled the fire
And served the tea by river bend,
"Come on now, there's miles to go
A good days walk until the end.
Look above and feel the air
Feast upon the rising sun"
The travellers three again ate well
And knew the trip was nearly done
Little was said of yesterday
Offhand words "I played the fool."
With a buttoned pocket and smiling heart
I held the truth, this secret jewel.