A fish flitting through the faulty knitting of a net
Stranger, you delight in gliding through my dreams
My threadbare dreams that dream of things first thought
When you were still the spectre of a strangeness seen
Through the fairy prism of a life lived in livid light
The fisher will fix the faulty net, the sailor steer the ship ashore, the dreamer Dare the dangers of the night and not stop at the threshold that is dread
The dreamer dreams the sailor sails the fisher finds the fairest thing:
A fish flitting through the faulty knitting of a net hauled aboard a barren boat sailing the depths of deepest dream