Nets to Catch the Wind — 'Fire and Sleet and Candlelight'

For this you've striven Daring, to fail: Your sky is riven Like a tearing veil.

For this, you've wasted Wings of your youth;

Divined, and tasted Bitter springs of truth.

From sand unslaked Twisted strong cords, And wandered naked Among trysted swords.

There's a word unspoken, A knot untied.

Whatever is broken The earth may hide.

The road was jagged Over sharp stones: Your body's too ragged To cover your bones.

The wind scatters Tears upon dust;

Your soul's in tatters Where the spears thrust.

Your race is ended-- See, it is run: Nothing is mended Under the sun.

Straight as an arrow You fall to a sleep Not too narrow And not too deep.