Crystal Stilts

I discern a subtle stream converging in the quiet
Just behind the silence my mind has slipped inside it
I can feel a past being fed me, a second hand future's misled me
Second hand futures misled me, I feel a fate being fed me
To devour my memories in a single sitting
Seems the only means the only means befitting
A reunion with my beloved, a reunion with the sun
A reunion with the stars, a reunion with the sun