Sliver silver
The nighttime I walk beneath bewilders
And with the skin of my neck prickled with shivers
We walk towards the water
The moonlight to me shimmers
Upon that which I seek neath ocular moon and few stars
They see widely but I see the swoon
Of the moon on the river flow swift
And wither I meet it with wits about this body
I know not yet since
My skin it so shivers and slivers of mist
Caress my wet cheek that’s collected its breath.

Towards river I go and hope there be boats
At least one under bridge held fast by its rope
Where I pray go as I find my fate has so wrote
And under moon so bright it shines fore my face,
This mist be sweat from my brow dripped into my mouth
For the salt it doth leave on my lips for my tongue to run
Upon the road that I walk there hangs a mist
But a sliver that follows in my very midst
And each step I take that draws the river to me near
My heart quickens and blood thickens
For my shroud I cannot shrug.

But facing this silver moon I will never turn back
It pulls me in closer to watch as it slides and shivers on swift river
Upon which my liking I see eerily shimmers
I am the water and I am the mist
And there is the boat where my fate is writ
Tied fast with its rope quite under the bridge
To shroud it’s oarsmen on this night
Which be lit by the opal moon’s bright torch light

Here I will go and fate I will find
The mist follows with me away from the shine
Now I am the water and I am the mist
No sliver silver upon me shall sit
Until the books of this time have ended their script.