Beside Me - Glasswork

Back, back to the river

Back, back to the lake

There she must be waiting,

facing her grave

Back, back to the river

Stare, become aware

See, weather has changed,

softening the air

Back to the river

Exposing the secrets,

facing fears

Down to the river,

timely sleep

Washing in silver,

sacred dew

There, there,

there she must be chasing waves I’ve backed to the river

I’ve backed to the lake

washing in silver,

sacred dew

again

There

something remains on the waves