Weightless, I float up in a cloudy canoe,
drifting upon a river blue that flows through the sky.
The waters grow deep as the sun dips low;
Water lilies burst forth,
blooming within brilliant, silver-spun stars.
The shining sickle of a crescent moon beckons me
to its white island in the sky with soft shores of pale dust...
drifting upon a river blue that flows through the sky.
The waters grow deep as the sun dips low;
Water lilies burst forth,
blooming within brilliant, silver-spun stars.
The shining sickle of a crescent moon beckons me
to its white island in the sky with soft shores of pale dust...