Robert Adamson - Reaching Light lyrics

Where was it we left him? We say the journey's up, but maybe memory sinks deeper. Our journey so far has been quiet, the only incident being that rock dislodged as he spun around on his heel. What was that stuff – brimstone? The first slice of sunlight glanced off a slab of dark marble that turned to glow. His back moved ahead of me – his curls, shoulders, that neck. What new bone was he inventing in his shuffling head, what chance that a doorway would appear and then a house? The dark supported me, comfortably behind me, a cradle woven from demon hair. As I rose and climbed toward day, his turning head, those eyes – strips of memory, silver tides, moons rising over the rim of the world— brought back the day we were married, standing in fine rain, then escaping from family, s** by a rolling surf in a high wind, velvet heavens and the stars omens: calendars, clocks, zodiacs – straight, bent signs.