Golden Skans

Light touched my hands

In a dream of golden skans from now on

You can forget all future plans

Night touched my hands with the turning

Golden skans from the night to the light all plans

Are golden in your hand...

Set sail from sense and all her young

Set sail from where we once begun

While we wait

While we wait

A hall of records or numbers or spaces still undone,

Ruins or relics disciples and the young

We sailed from sense brought all our young

We sailed from where we once begun.