When the skies are settled
And out went the sea
A rocky cave is shone
For all the world to see
And in Its depths in darkest waves
There shines a light,
Of fluttering filtered focus
There swims a fish
With but three fins,
Through lakes of reddened snow.
But light through every flake
Oct 28, 2011
Oct 28, 2011 at 7:20 PM UTC
When the skies are settled
And out went the sea
A rocky cave is shone
For all the world to see
And in Its depths in darkest waves
There shines a light,
Of fluttering filtered focus
There swims a fish
With but three fins,
Through lakes of reddened snow.
But light through every flake