Come, silence not the words when words are needing,
Nor empty self into the dark abyss,
Void of comfort, empty of all meaning,
Why throw away all chances by remiss.
Come fill, at spring, your cup to overflowing,
Chilled, refreshed by waters from on high,
Crystal bounty, clarity in knowing
Source at summit, worthy risk to try.
Come see the lights that shine upon not under,
Bask in starlight, beauteous to behold,
Feet to path, hands breaking rocks asunder,
Words may be the actions of some bold.
Who can know the value of the footsteps
Or words, as water, falling from your lips.