Water Quartet Poem by Random Poet

(1)
I say:
Triumph at tears,
A blown-away dream.
A deep dark passage,
In truth must find -
a door of tears,
a never-ending sight,
that one can only wonder:
if triumph be seen,
only in cloak one can be.
In truth covers an awakening,
that fades...
And reveals:
What happy sight one beholds!
Only to have him
a blinding sight.

(2)
He speaks:
Flowing,
A bearing of trees
By the river.
Growth smells sweet
A dance in the air,
As leaps in water
Surface a glowing! -
Flowing!
I choose to seek
A fast swirling
Where the water shows
A brilliant white
A flourish
Some cornets.
Diving into water
is a prick of rain.
Comes the rain
a beautiful sight
just a regrettable darkness
as the light dissipates.

(3)
She talks:
Come and stalk me through the night,
The water flows gently by the crossing light,
And ever-growing is this shade
For the dice to forever fade-
Ah! From darkness creeps within
Ecstasy and his playful grin
I see the land of the Sirens
And through my brethren,
Did I manage to wake from this better world,
Did I see myself in this time curled.

(4)
And we shout:
We have been blinded by one too many
But our hearts have protected us
If not cast in stone, we fear
The thugs around will lash out
Again.