Hither and Thither


Hither and thither I ran away,
Through the forests, the fields, a glade;
Hither and thither I ran away,
To seek a place to sit and lay.

I lay and think,
Of all that matters, of life itself;
I lay and think,
Of little at all, on a mushroom shelf.

I lay and drank,
Of a stream not water, of a cup not glass;
I lay and drank,
In the forest' silence, of the quietness.


The forest was still, and silent, and bare.
Silence and quiet could not compare.


Not a mortal heart would dare to beat,
To save itself and disturb the sleep;
Not a human hand would dare to stir,
Or a woodland squirrel to rub it's fur.

Throughout the land, all fades away,
And becomes a part of the sylvan sway;
The cities have all now gone away,
The forest is all, trees and today.

The past is gone, what is to come,
Now never shall;
The tree alone is left, and the forest,
Now is all.

Hither and thither I ran away,
Through the forests, the fields, a glade;
Hither and thither I ran away
To seek an emerald place to lay.


I never thought what dreams could lie,
In sylvan silence, that holds true life.

Penned by my hand on the 1st of Ero, in the year 362 AF.