Anectahi's Chant

Here is an excerpt from a poem entitled Anectahi's Chant published in Woodland Poems.

Anectahi's Chant

The hearts of men rest

Far from where they sleep

And dream profusely

In the night; absence

Is the only joy

That moves their spirits

Closer to the form

Each impression hides.

Obscure be the ways

In which their visions

Turn truth in the mind

To rename its fate,

And by this, conceive

Of present worth, false

Entangled judgements

Not to be escaped.