Seen so far beyond the shore,
Betwixt two anchors fast and deep,
An honest glimmer long ignored,
Bespoke by subtle leaps of wordless chord,
Broke the silent heaps of passion stored,
Between the keep of love and sword,
And pressed toward the shore.
Carried like an ancient tune,
Free from fret and fear, and fierce,
The glimmer flecked the moon,
Reflecting fire, destroying doubt as if immune,
Illuminating ancient runes,
Forgotten years hewn,
Whispering "too soon"