Robert Adamson - The Gathering Light lyrics

Morning shines on the cowling of the Yamaha locked onto the stern of the boat, spears of light shoot away from the gun-metal grey enamel. Now I wait for God to show instead of calling him a liar. I've just k**ed a mulloway – it's eighty five pounds, twenty years old – the huge mauve-silver body trembles in the hull. Time whistles around us, an invisible flood tide that I let go while I take in what I have done. It wasn't a fight, I was drawn to this moment. The physical world drains away into a golden calm. The sun is a hole in the sky, a porthole – you can see turbulence out there, the old wheeling colours and their dark forces – but here on the surface of the river where I cradle the great fish in my arms and smell its pungent d**h, a peace I've never known before – a luminous absence of time, pain, s**, thought of everything but the light.