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’