Verses at Blawearie Tower
Robin Williamson
As how a dream becomes a way
No seed becomes a tree
So seemly law short shrift allows
To the dream that weighs on me
All for to gain some key of trespass
Through the beautiful or the cruel
In wakeful coin I paid at every asking
Long ago
In that place where love is given
The same where love is received
See how the web is woven
See how the truth is revealed
There was a calm that called me so
In weal or woe at rest
To rest my heart within that heart of darkness
Long ago
Sweet is the light of morning
And fair is eventide
Quietly once as the shade there passed
Along the waterside
To seek the springs of human joy
Or the shores of human care
A man whose name was written on the waters
Long ago