Fear, we felt,
as the days drifted
through the rapids
spinning down, down, down...

Led to the sea, eventually
Where the salmon not yet bloody
Where the mist impresses
Where the sound of the whale
the same as a tick-tock of the clock.
Where the soul takes its first breath
And where the light of our eyes dim finitely.

For a moment,
Our freedom reveled in it's own
light.

e.