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