Firth of Fifth

The path is clear
Though no eyes can see
The course laid down
long before.
And so with gods and men
The sheep
remain inside their pen,
Though many times
they've seen the way to leave.

He rides majestic
Past homes of men
Who care not
or gaze with joy,
To see reflected there
The trees, the sky,
the lily fair,
The scene of death
is lying just below.

The mountain cuts off
the town from view,
Like a cancer growth
is removed by skill.
Let it be revealed.
A waterfall,
his madrigal.
An inland sea,
his symphony.

Undinal songs
Urge the sailors on
Till lured
by the sirens' cry.

Now as the river
dissolves in sea,
So Neptune
has claimed another soul.
And so with gods and men
The sheep
remain inside their pen,
Until the Shepherd
leads his flock away.
The sands of time
were eroded by
The river
of constant change.