I had to hide myself in a book
to keep your love away.
The pages worn with all of my faults,
the cover torn away.
I gave my life to the Water God
for an apprenticeship.
Answering the mail and his door
for nyads, hippogryphs, after...
Midwinter Banquet, he shook his head.
"Sadly, no,
I can reverse the river's flow,
but I can never send you home."
I had to hide myself in a book
to keep your love away.
When you read me, I get to look
back at my younger days.
I can never send you home. Mayo 2007.