Darkness passes through me wild in the night,
Bows my head low as it takes me hostage,
And swallowing the air lest I in fright,
Do walk along the path that peaks bondage,
Where abrupt I hear a voice my name spoke,
There sung the waves in river dainty flow,
As breathes the chill that washes ere betook
The light as chalk to craft road I follow;
This path not mine but of the shadow past,
Though walks it light and steady, my bones ache,
Whence at the close of darkness motions fast,
There is he whom with darkness does he bake
A most daring cast that draws me hither,
Enquires his name, though no answer known,
Only that I shall see again whither
I shall bond as hands of mine wield a phone.