She lost her string and stepping in
The water runs on either side
A mountain song, the boat moves on
A looming peak, a pirate size
The wading swan, the image broke
I push the shore there, an act of stealth
Horizon's eye above the gray sky
I tip my oar to raise the stroke
The circle swell, a sudden light takes me
A troubled glad without a voice
I fix my view upon the ridge