You blow my hair
when I stand upon the hill.
I feel your touch
and I trust in you.
Your fingers caress my skin
and I stretch my hands towards you.
My thin cloth, like crystal and water,
when light reflects from it,
floats around me.
But no beam of light shines
here in the dark
and everything is black -
except you, coloured by water.
Water is treacherous, but you I trust,
when you tell me that you'll carry me.
So I let the cloth fall off my shoulders
and you carry it till it's nowhere to be seen.
Then I spread my arms for your embrace
and fly,
I'll trust in you always,
my love.