Walking On Water

On the lip of a fading dream

The blue landscape dissolves,

White lines of trees remain-

Frozen like memory.

The swan-lined shore has gone now

And everywhere the voice of the wind

Speaks to me like an old lover

Reminding me of all I didn't do,

Didn't say, didn't feel, didn't wish,

Didn't hope, didn't want.



Cause I have opened my palms

And let lines flow into the blue,

Dripping drop by drop

Into the still water, I walk on.

Soft now as down, my skin glows

In the last light,

Between worlds I walk, suspended,

Put palm upon my chest,

Hold down my heart

Swelling with waiting...





I'm walking on water, walking on water

Walking on water, walking on water.

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Should I turn back into the dream

And trust the journey to the vortex of night

Where rocks become Wolves

In the moonlight

And Owl-wings serenade

The sabbath of sadness.

Then deep into the very heart of grief

Where love is a stranger

And forgiveness an emigrant

In an unknown land

There, sunk into the granite core -

Cold breath of nothingness...



Or should I follow the way my feet tread

Gently on the water's skin,

Towards the creaking barge of light

That ploughs the blue mist,

And climbs aboard and floats into my life.

Crowded with living, breathing,

Hoping, loving, clinging, lying,

Hating, praying, killing, dying, burning,

Ashing, losing,

The breath of time, smelling of sweat,

The breath of time smelling of sweat and longing...





I'm walking on water, walking on water

Walking on water, walking on water.

(x2)



I'm walking on water, walking on water

Walking on water, walking on water

Walking on water, walking on water

(x2)