you and I
are older than northern light
older than morning light
from whence the days arise
all we know
ebbs away in mummer shows
melts away like summer snows
that form the rivers I
have come to lay inside
birds I scried
fast within the willows hide
faster than the wicker wights
that come to make the night
where they go
on feathers that they never chose
and whether they will go alone
god knows, but they never die
and need not say goodbye