Waking in a Wonder

In the eclipsing caves of the highland

My morning sight gazes

Into the vat of peculiar shimmering water

My chemist mindset finds

Palladium present

The vat empties to somewhere

With the whine of a violin

My ears, a guide

Not that I’d confide

“Refresh,”

Whispered the morning mist

Green, of the Orchard

And scented of its pears

Seeping out all worries and cares

The Waterstill’s face,

Is below where I stand

Offering a mysterious hand

The Still fills the pool beneath

And runs into the forest

The Keyper there feeds

And fills the land with all its needs