Hidden Lakes

	Gone from the house
	to the snows like a wandering light
	you send a last balloon
	to the solemn light of the moon's eye
	Over the fields
	and the arcs of the radial lines
	that bind the waking world
	to the hidden life
	of the empire
	that sleeps in the frozen lakes
	and moors in the darkened bays
	and glows in the golden rays
	and dreams of us
	That moves
	without sound
	through the air
	through the ground
	and that streams through each break
	carved in the line
	and dreams of us