I felt the water rising up
And turn to mist around my tongue.
I slipped and fell, the mist fell too,
And up the waters rose within.
I lay beneath and dreams became.
I saw the sun, I heard the moon.
It whispered solitude and turned
The mists and waters through my bones.
I held the fish within my chest,
A flicking heart to measure years.
And hooks and wires began to tie
My ankles, wrists, my empty eyes.
But soon the swans will pull me free,
And let me rise again to see.