"the blue of eye"
there's the water I float subconciously
the visualisation of my soul is
standing weightless in the deep it
had been taken from me
I'm at the brink of death as I well know
but the head of the shark can't be seen
so I've been forced to meet my guide
when all that remained of me
came to shore
and I thought of the days I was a fish
where all and one went left and I
stood broken down on the banks of
loch achray
there stood the old lady of tree
feathers of a peacock waving above
her head as she warned for me
to reveil what I'd been
and all that would be given to me
was washed away by the sea