I rowed the man back to his beach
In the darkness did I glide
The stillness of the night did teach
Yet I still want to run and hide.

The man lived by himself most times
And this we saw in how he spoke
But out upon the people’s edge
It’s hard to hide the words that broke.

Looking back after he left
I saw the lone light beckoning
And all about the sweet still night
Was reverence for this one sure thing.

The oars hit down upon the wet
And lit the water magically
A mystic light that spoke and yet
It’s hard to let the magic be.

I let the fire in my soul
Die down very low
Yet even in the cold still night
The embers still will glow.