In a late evening Dark, but not so dark, Out to the river, we walked A strange river, to us In strange fields, in a valley - As strangers we strolled to the Water, as sleeping falks do, in Strange countries, who stroll In an evening. - and over the river, a mountain, Alone, in the half dark, A mass of dense darkness, Of Blackness, and by it A star - One Bright Star - To the right of the mountain and near to its top, very close To it, one star alone - that In light all the mass of the mountain Held balanced; a memory Shook us, that none of us had, but All shared, and at once started Talking, who all knew this picture; This star and thus mountain, these Masses and forces, these shapes and Positions, this darkness and light - In its infinite sum - All we knew and remembered, who Woke for a moment… …in the midst of a journey We never begin.
