In infinite search of my old being
I rise with tides that slip me past
As time goes by inexorably weaving
The end of all candour steadfast

Beyond I see me true but not real
Reaching out in dazed wondering
Through the spinning of the wheel
We feel, touch this me other thing

…

In flight I scatter what I entrust
To wind and night that fail me never
The last of this mine pink stardust
That will new bond form forever