A summer night
I find a boat
Tied to a tree
A normal homeShe lost her string
And stepping in
I push the shore there
An act of stealthA troubled glad without a voice
A mountain song, the boat moves on
The water runs on either side
The circle swell, a sudden light
Takes me
I fix my view
Upon the ridge
Horizon's eye
Above the gray sky
I tip my oar to raise the stroke
The wading swan, the image broke
A looming peak, a pirate size
Uprears its head a sudden guise
Takes me.
