Come here into the night of distances Farwell br The seraphs are trooping on and on all there br In its long forgotten road of its many foretell br The moments they come and go in their blare br Clouds of many moods the kisses beyond br With the whimpering footsteps that you see br Stopping of the rivers that flowed on and donned br Into mystic of the everlasting deep sea br Where have you been in your wandering days? br What have you seen with these flowing dim eyes? br The night is so different in its many ways br Unseen to the most what in outset there lies br Roads are going forth for the travels to go br Into other moments - another row!br br Peter S.