Sometimes I might sit on a beach with the sun out of reach of my brain   And I try to imagine a place frozen inside a lake and in love with the passing of days   And the ice is so quiet - feel the gossamer flying      Suddenly something is new   We celebrate surfaces too   The summer appears, hello June!      This tree's offering, reaching to fade, eliminating the shade in a quest   Smoke screen, sun beam, the usual guest - climb inside of a glacier asleep in a dream of the west.      And the ice is so quiet - feel the gossamer flying