My feeling lay dormant within a pearl
Engulfed by the murmur of night
Enclosed and eroded by tidal waves
Waiting to hear your breath of light

Patient for a wisp of silk to brush my skin
Like a painter’s downward stroke
An empty vessel; a canvas given form
From seed, grows oak and fern

The things before me I find hard to say
Descriptions of an empty vision
Reflections pass by me day after day
And at a distance, I question;

My choices
My emotions
My views
My morals
My values

In the end though it comes back to you
My pearl, my breath of light

And you’re shining bright
And you’re shining bright