It skims and slips, quivers and dip's.
Barely a flash, a beautiful dash.
Deep and bold, like the dawn only cold.
So strong that it blinds, yet so poorly it shines.
Light like a pebble, and high like a star, soft as a feather, it reaches so far.
The light over water, as old as the past.
The light over water, never meant to last....
