The ships to lull, I rose from curving shores in silence to ail,
the morning town, with cosmic rivers spilling secrets of murder

I chase the tracks now, it's cutting curving through the cursors of trees
I cannot sleep, blossom in loom has left me restless to keep still

'What strange leads, and why is this in slant'', I heard them speak
'We have found his trace!'

Panicking, my heart beats so loud, it's spinning and arching up
The dogs are barking and echoing the oaks.

The Western Shore,
A homeless man with homeless purpose comes home

Japanese Moon,
Those galley flags and eerie waters are gone

The Moonless Eve,
With outlined matted grass a man lay alone

The hounds have followed a scent
Unveiled October River, a murder