Idle as it seemed Trudging through the mist Following the creeks Erasing thin lines on the list Eager to arrive Leaving footprints in the clay Reading rocks and vines Telling indigo from gray Telling indigo from gray Scattered crease of light And dust springs in the air Old bearings in the tree Burn a steady flare Among the mirrors of the sea Some appear frail and incomplete In a vast field of babes, she runs From the deepest valley past the sun Opening up the vault To find spinning tops and plates Embedded mist and yarn Diverting from the gates But once the faint to losing molds Evaporate in the morning light Hold a certain yearnings, come to life Surface from the dark to realize That when a vast fills your lungs From the deepest valley past the sun All this time Witness to the changing tides All the while Finding ways how to make sense of all of at last To shake the winds To shake the currents and the rigid highs we're living in All this time Witness to the changing tides Idle as a wave Moving out at sea Cruising without sound Molding what's to be Serene between the trace Serene with the tide and ink of a ghost