Invisible 

Twisted river meeting at a crossroad 

The olive branch of a tree 

Beckons the scarce dim light 

Day in — day out!

Falls the luminance woefully 

Facing the light of hope this farewell hour 

The boat settled gently. 

A labyrinth maze,looming large 

Traveling indistinct into the unknown territory 

Flowing cadence of icicle tears —

Till the volatile gazed from the mountain vale 

There returns the warrior of solitude 

Reaping crops of green— 

And the river merges into the sea being limitless 

A piece of golden spring sang, an autumnal proffering.