I want new eyes
with them I'll see further
over the yard to the mountains
and through them
I want a new voice
so I could tell
that I, too, heard the hummingbird in the morning
Let's go swimming to the east side of the crags
I'm no longer afraid of the tide or strangers
When the sea withdraws, the seaweed dries and turns grey
if someone picks it up, it turns into dust
I want a new voice
so I could tell
that I want new eyes
that I want to learn to know
what you tried to say
I can already see much further
I'm not afraid of the tide or strangers
I heard the hummingbird and cried because of you
Let's go swimming to the east side of the crags
I'm no longer afraid of the tide or strangers
When the sea withdraws, the seaweed dries and turns grey
if someone picks it up, it turns into dust