With the Ink of a Ghost

Idle as it seemed
Trudging through the mist
Following the creeks
Erasing dim lines on the list
Eager to arrive
Leaving footprints in the clay
Reading rocks and vines
Telling indigo from grey
Telling indigo from grey
Scattered rays of light
On dust grains in the air
All berries in the tree
Earn a steady flare
Among the mirrors of the scene
Some appear frail and incomplete
In a vast field of bales she runs
From the deepest valley past the sun
Opening up the vault
To find spinning tops in play
Embedded nested yarn
Diverting from the gates
But once the faint elusive moans
Evaporate in the morning light
All deserted yearnings come to life
Surface from the dark to realize
How in a vast field she runs
From the deepest valley past the sun
All this time
Witness to the changing tides
All the while
Finding ways how to make sense of all the lights
To shake the winds
To shake the currents and the rigid hives we're living in
All this time
Witness to the changing tides
Idle as a wave
Moving out at sea
Cruising without sound
Molding what's to be
Serene between the trails
Serene with the time and ink of a ghost