Dark of the Moon

Chapter 33: The Fountain

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About This Book

A collection of lyric poems organized into thematic sections that dwell on natural landscapes, seasonal change, and intimate emotion. Short, image-driven pieces range from moonlit nights and coastal scenes to autumnal boulevards and secluded woods, often pairing precise sensory detail with reflections on longing, love, memory, and mortality. Portraits of individuals and quiet elegies appear alongside meditations on stars and tides, producing a restrained, musical voice that emphasizes transience and beauty through concise, resonant language.

The Fountain

Fountain, fountain, what do you say

Singing at night alone?

“It is enough to rise and fall

Here in my basin of stone.”

But are you content as you seem to be

So near the freedom and rush of the sea?

“I have listened all night to its laboring sound,

It heaves and sags, as the moon runs round;

Ocean and fountain, shadow and tree,

Nothing escapes, nothing is free.”