We are the waves that rise to touch the sky, born to fall into sleep

The parabola unfolded, intoxicating in its essence

The heart's crown is weightless in your hands, set forth from desire

The light trails lead us forward, we are lost at sea

Lost at sea with words as anchors. Letting go, but not adrift

We know the tides, watch them align to pull and sway the currents

Still a sail through the fog, we move on, we keep moving

Beingness is solitude, balanced is precision

We're purified in rays. Now I have reached composure

Bound by the moon, crossed by the stars