At a crossroads, horizon misty
as Loch Lomond...
You forged the way, once upon a time.
At your ankles, one-eyed cat trotted along.
Compass in palm, determine anew
If your path sublime,
cat will jog
for many a season,
many a song.
The heavens embrace ghostly
trees, dream love, twist of lime,
a dust of rime.
Blonde bureau gently lit
contents arranged. Twilight boils
Ye tak' the high road...