Alster the 7th

sunset reddens the blazing skyline
drowning my soul, my sense, my fears
wandering alone among the willows
trailing this spleen around the pond
mingled voices like the trees' shade
lost in this muddle but i'm dreaming
i'm dreaming, softly feeling
a long raise of the sunshine
stroke the rustling leaves
the evening heralds my endless morning
the rise of this deep despair
a rising sap flowing through my veins
a rising sap flowing through my veins
as a warm cordial
all is silent, slow, unreal