On The Death Of The Waters

From the wreck of the ark

To the fading day of our star

The light races, the light drags

The moon rises, the moon sags

Over the rolling waves

And your hand's on the balcony

As a spine pricks the world

And the shudder deep is unheard

But you feel it, oh my God

As the spindle flies apart

Turn your bow to the biggest wave

But your angel's on holiday

And that wave rises slowly

And breaks