I stare into the mirrored glass

I stare into the mirrored glass, -
All hazy, drowsy and foggy, -
To ascertain where you will pass
And where you’ll stop for lodging.

I look and see: An old ship’s mast.
There, on the deck, you’re standing…
You, by the clouded train… The vast,
Green fields, at night, lamenting…

The evening countryside in dew,
There, ravens soar in flight…
--My dear one, I am blessing you
To go where you decide!