Late Evening

In a late evening

Dark, but not so dark,

Out to the river, we walked

A strange river, to us

In strange fields, in a valley -

As strangers we strolled to the

Water, as sleeping falks do, in

Strange countries, who stroll

In an evening.

- and over the river, a mountain,

Alone, in the half dark,

A mass of dense darkness,

Of Blackness, and by it

A star - One Bright Star -

To the right of the mountain

and near to its top, very close

To it, one star alone - that

In light all the mass of the mountain

Held balanced; a memory

Shook us, that none of us had, but

All shared, and at once started

Talking, who all knew this picture;

This star and thus mountain, these

Masses and forces, these shapes and

Positions, this darkness and light -

In its infinite sum -

All we knew and remembered, who

Woke for a moment…

…in the midst of a journey

We never begin.