Steady and slow, lines across the morning stream
Gently through the glass, heralding departure
Slipping out of grasp, melting in the memory
Heavy as you fall
Guide you through the rushes, let them brush against your skin, sinking in
Colour in the fracture, fill the hollow of their name
Steady and slow, mist across the morning falls
Light upon your brow take apart a feeling
Twist it through your mind, treading into memory
Further as you fall