It's seems like centuries ago I dreamt a dream of a boundless spirit.  
Instead of curled upon the ground I sailed in the middle of the deep blue
like a leaf drifting towards the horizon.
I laied in a plane where the sea could reach the heavens
as if I could dive into the embrace of the God I was looking for.
I understood the preacher who dips the sinner into water for
I was not merely buried beneath the waves but emptied into the sea.
In a dream I once dreamt I became as spacious and limitless as the world I lived.