For when you open you eyes to see,
you will see the riddles within the mystery. 
Saddled through the shores of time.
A moments pass a moments rhyme. 
A rhyme of tune for sure to be, a moments past from me to thee. 
For when the riddles of time do stand, the wager in a mighty hand.  
For pass not thee and tell not so.
For you to follow a path to know. 
Come dance by the moonlight on the eve of the tide.
Then dance the tune with malt and hide 
Come what to mind and sure to be, a whisper within the melody 
 Such year was cold but fed too well, the feed of knowledge from the well  
So come Lake Rise and stand to thee.
A rise is born for all to see. 
 Waters Mind (2)
‘The Keeper of Scrolls’