On a distant shore, miles from land   Stands the ebony totem in ebony sand   A dream in a mist of gray...   On a far distant shore...      The pebble that stood alone   And driftwood lies half buried   Warm shallow waters sweep shells   So the cockles shine...      A bare winding carcass, stark   Shimmers as flies scoop up meat, an empty way...   Dry tears...   Crisp flax squeaks tall reeds   Make a circle of gray in a summer way, around man   Stood on ground...      I'm trying   I'm trying to find you!   To find you   I'm living, I'm giving,   To find you, to find you,   I'm living, I'm living,   I'm trying, I'm giving