Do not want to stray from the sunken plot
We dive deep into the cold water
Feel the muscles of the tidal waves.
Shrinking within, the roving eyes
Subdues in the flame orange sun
One bird alone in the roasted sky.
The silent sound of the clouds rumble up
Fear clings, fear settles in a hurry
Evading the fisherman’s spreading net.
A ragged field far away from us
The slow water lap the lonely bank
The gentle cold breaks in slowly.
In waiting for the dream, it swear
It seems to care what we are,
Our backdrop, our love in the dark.