In Dreams I heard a whisper of how the stars would come to be, that from the slumber of the deep dark they would come, rising from the sea. Alone you fell where the light forgot you, where the gull cry could not reach. In the bed of seagrass you came home to me, the last shimmer of your light to rise as starlight through the sea's long night.
Dream beloved and let the dark be filled with light and in the nebula's languishing weave, we belong.
I'll follow you through the fields through the cities across the lands through mountains and valleys down to the beaches and sands Into the ocean we will go a mighty crescendo of cold down and down… but I have my prize my prize of gold my circlet of stone down and down… our path an endless song as the stars come to take us… to where we belong.