The Black Lake

(...but does it make sense?)

I have heard, I have heard
The parable of the good shepherd
From tongues red and white.
And I have heard, I have heard
Tales more wondrous and true
Than sea and sky are blue
Or a lake blacker by night.
Tell me, is it not true
Your brother, friend all-weather
Eyes cerulean blue
Hands clung cold together
Porcelain white, to you
He reached, and crying said
‘Brother, bird of a feather
Am I among the dead?’
Did you not that once –
Though time like a river runs
Washing all before, behind –
Wish your eyes were blind
Wish your hands were guns
Did you not that once?
I have heard, I have heard
Tales in the sling of a song
Thawed in the melt of a throng
Naught to be learnt or said
All who are wise are dead
Cawed by an old blind bird
Naught remains but a word