Every wave is a mound of moving darkness Spirit creatures calling for us To swim among them become them in the depths To forget where we end and they begin We wait so long for these fleeting days We wait so long for these fleeting days We wait so long for these fleeting days Dripping wet make a bed of hemlock needles Dream the dreams of ancient islands Birches send telegraphs along the root lines Sharing sunsets seabirds swimmers Leave behind travel time To find the present Set apart with a heavy heart Cut the ties that hold me back We wait so long for these fleeting days We wait so long for these fleeting days We wait so long for these fleeting days Fleeting days Fleeting days Fleeting days Fleeting days