Shut out the world, fall back upon unknown.
Fragments of stories all come in to line,
I walk through the frames, surrounded, alone.
I pass an island city, bridges cross
The tide. A broken tower falls in time,
In song suspended – Was it worth the cost?
The White Ship sails on secrets never mine.
I need no navigator; all streets spell
My name. I need no translator; the words
All etched upon a time, inside a cell.
Inside your eyes I blaze above the birds,
Yet there are times I worry I'll lose track
Of whence I came, and never find my way back.