I wandered

Lost in the scent of autumn

Through misty haze

Overlooking the lake

 

Beech trees hung

Willows kissing ripples

Over the glassy surface

Oak trees

Making their sacrifice to the deep

 

And there at once I saw

The Ferryman

 

His clothes were shabby

Where time had long forgotten him

Wrinkled lines weathered his brow

His eyes bluer than the lake

 

The boat

Was of another time

Creaking against the breeze

Splinters rising at the helm

Whitewashed long ago

And powdered with pastille blue

 

A drift away from reality

 

His movements made no reflection

Over the icy blue

Although his eyes

Were deeper than the lake

Far easier to drown in them

 

Leaves shivered

Blushing at his glance

On our approach to shore

Oars dipping the water

 

Never reaching the other side