Near the raging valley and storm-lit low land Where trees twist and rivers climb With hands wet and withered by sand I seal a footprint in the salty brine.
On an unknown morning with ropes coiled With knots undone and sheet-lines free As the main-sail fills with a single sweet breath A far away sigh heralds forth an anointed plea
And thrice I hear a call: “To Eternity, Eternity, Eternity.”
On a sojourn beyond this heavy gale To an invite written in the ink of love My soul slips quietly on the uncharted sea Heeling on the whisperings of mercy
Taking flight to a new found fate Moving silently as tides rise freely Where an unsoiled spirit awaits By the light which foils the last sky
I thrice hear the call: “To Eternity, Eternity, Eternity”