We walk the shoreline to the end of its reach And talk about towns that haunt you and me We stop to rest and survey the sky When we see a dog with bright blue eyes And out her eyes is born a light We see that the sun has started to rise We make a sound The dog is gone Just like the stars are scared by the sun And into the boat and onto the lake Over the water we twist and we snake Were captured by creature were captured by sound We carry the smell of wintery ground We are the current come out of the dark We are the bearers of friction and spark And I am high in the morning The trees all burned with [?] and the fires And I am filled with a warning That settled in blankets of breeze and sky
captured, bearer, wintery, friction, dog