How The Waters Hereabout Hold Secrets

Like, like finding love I thought we'd have a séance By the lakeside waters tonight I'll stand sentry. I'll be on the lookout In fact. I'll oar a small rowing boat out To where blue dragonflies dance dejected. Oh, how the waters hereabout hold secrets The moons a dish without a spoon this nocturne And if you whisper to these ancient waters You'll hear the love songs of a dying loon How its heart was scuttled as it sank How the world about it turned oily and then wrank How it sacrificed itself in a fatal dive To the bottom of the said lake and drowned. I thought we'd have a séance tonight But our medium has already been and gone. It was said; that she was a little hesitant And then again a little importune A shooting star in Isis wings costume. With the power to resurrect On the very next nocturne The dying, love songs of the loon.