It was as if a quick withdraw: br A nice fitting, a nice candle glow, br Lighted up a way in darkness shines br Foretold no beginning, nor sparkled lines. br br It was as if a quick withdraw: br A bad setting, a subtle candle glow, br Wound up a wind in stormy climes br Danced no signalling, nor wiggled ensigns! br br It was as if a quick stroke I ever knew: br Like lines of marching stags cling no view, br Subtlety cracked each nerve on chandelier’s eyes br How beauty’ve drawn a rared blown spice. br br It was as if a hundred miles away: br A simple wish, a dream in one lighted view, br I’ve walked alone in stormy weather casts br All I found is me climbing a mountain last. br br I’ve swam a beating of waters’ wonder road, br A mile or two is far-reaching struggle, cramps a load br Twitched in pain, gasping a last breathe anew br Hold no lines, immersing up and down in water’s flow.