In the night where silence is the tune
with the whisk of leaves beside the lake
and the lighting guide is only the moon
shadowing every creature's shape
I stood my bare feet in vale.
Noticing stones in different sizes around
I looked above to ask for some lamp
when the frogs had appeared with a sound
telling me not to dare reach the hump
there's no way I can with the dirt that I have.
Snakes crawled around my statue
Then made a hiss on my face,
"You're alone, impossible you could pursue
in reaching the peak and finishing the race",
And rain then began to fall.
The lake had turned into Neptune
with the ravishing melancholic tune
that various beasts could recondite
in rendezvous I cannot be found by Aphrodite
until pall become dematerialized.
By cockcrow, the storm had vanished
then sun appeared candescent
and dew were left in foliage
with air in a beautiful scent
and dreams again were flourish.
