we were two of many who
got out to hear the bells
and I dreamed of showing you what I could do
that I could ring the bells myself
so I followed the lantern into the dark
behind his hard light
waded into the water
that reflected
the white of my own eyes
as the river took the shape of my face
something turned me away,
I had to get up
I went out
down into the night
to shake off all of my dreams
to wake up somewhere strange
to see and to be seen
and I met
the hero
of the old dream but
i watched him leave.
i lost his hand.
he's away on
the middle path.
so the hero took the shape of my face
and a blessed wind of gifts was whipping at my back
so i went out
and found you
the ones i could not leave behind
and I've been able to climb the mount
with your hands on my back
and I'm known to roll like a sinking stone
down to the river I know
the love i lost trying to touch the sun
broke the shining spell of the dream
now I wash my hands
in a drying stream
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