Standing knee-deep in cold water, swiftly moving

Somehow I knew I lost something



Wading waist-deep I saw a book there, in the river

Waiting for me to find it there

I tried to read it, neck deep, treading water

The tide pulled me out to sea



Then with water in my eyes

The words began to rise from their place

They were beautiful and dread

I reached for them and fed on each phrase

They were honey on my lips

Then a bitter twist in my side

I knew they'd lay me in my grave

"Is there no one who could save me?" I cried



Sinking down deep through cold water and heavy silence

Shadows stirring in the gloom

What things lay sleeping down deep in the darkness?

Woke then to find me in my tomb



Then with water in my eyes

The words began to rise from their place

They were beautiful and dread

I reached for them and fed on each phrase

They were honey on my lips

Then a bitter twist in my side

I knew they'd lay me in my grave

"Is there no one who could save me?" I cried



When I lost all hope to look 

someone took that heavy book from my hands 

all its weight they set aside 

after they had satisfied its demands

I felt white and black reverse 

and the lifting of a curse from my heart

Then like one receiving sight 

I beheld a brilliant light in the dark