One for the rising billow
Two for the first embrace
Three for a drowning anthem
Holding our soul.

Older than all mind and maze
From deeper grounds are calling
Cold waters with their dark embrace
While from the skies are falling
Three stars upon my face.

A looming sign sent out to sea
A trembling shakes the surface
Awaiting tide impatiently
Will this reveal my bareness
Will it set those forces free