a power enters our vessel this night
we stand, electrified
as a force from elsewhere courses through
~
for months we have opened this door and that
looking for the place we once stumbled upon
looking for the feeling which could not be stored
now here, under crescent moon and darkened sky
where soft waves keep consistent rhythm
here, is a glistening sign
~
what has taken hold of us this time?
the sky as though unlidded;
ourselves, similarly so
what stirs the trees to move as they do?
what force leaves its mark in the sand?
this power both beckons and warns
~
once again we are on the verge of sleeplessness,
once more, on the edge of your cliff
saara 