i wait in Skye with eyes singular nil feet in tides my mind in rapture when you do come i shall be got hearing lost in knotty shell under the stars crying
i hold in tides deep as love will drown at edge of night a moon in Skye to be found
with tides who ***** where invisible birds break to the shores in blackness of hope lunge for dearest light that opens in dream real as my not body waiting to be held
*i hold in tides deep as love will drown at edge of night a moon in Skye to be found