Now a light, grows inside
Painting shadows, under skin
Spreading slowly, in a tide
Flooding fingers, limbs, sealing eyes

Here is a forest, and here, is a stone
Right here are the marks they made
I still hear them. They still call.
They sing through me. They still sing
And I, I will wander, in a lake

Under water, where the jewels drift by me forever
Where their minds combine, and silence is laughter
Where waking is dreaming, where motion is stillness
While I, I drift in the tides, in wonder, going under