Lie awake
In a dream
To recover
The remedy buried deep
In the ancient seas
Of silent sleep
The weight of
Lead-filled eyelids
Grows so heavy
Now our ship will sink
The tides keep on carving our shore
With intentions to heal
The moon keeps on pulling our weight
As our bones, crush we keel
The seconds keep tearing away
Ever gnawing our heals
The horizon keeps lighting our shore
With intentions to heal
Day after day unfolds
The same charade
Systems released II. Healing Tides on Mon Oct 31 2011.