High in the Morning

We walk the shoreline to the end of its reach
And talk about towns that haunt you and me
We stop to rest and survey the sky
When we see a dog with bright blue eyes
And out her eyes is born a light
We see that the sun has started to rise

We make a sound
The dog is gone
Just like the stars are scared by the sun
And into the boat and onto the lake
Over the water we twist and we snake
We're captured by creature we're captured by sound
We carry the smell of wintery ground
We are the current come out of the dark
We are the bearers of friction and spark

And I am high in the morning
The trees all burned with [?] and the fires
And I am filled with a warning
That settled in blankets of breeze and sky