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 silеnce is laughter
Wherе waking is dreaming
Where motion is stillness
While I, I drift in the tides, in wonder, going under