It was I pulled from
the cold as the tern broke through.
I saw it coming,
cruising and spindling
above the cove, shouldering
the light as it crashed
through and rose instant-
ly. The beauty of being
pulled into the light.
It was I pulled from
the cold as the tern broke through.
I saw it coming,
cruising and spindling
above the cove, shouldering
the light as it crashed
through and rose instant-
ly. The beauty of being
pulled into the light.