Pine moon, spoke too soon

Black lake, spoke too late

But what same words could these two know

When one is so deep, the other to glow?

Black lake, lay low and wide

While pine moon arced across the sky

Well some nights her lights came on the waves

And some days coals turned up from the bottom

Pine moon spoke all a-scattered

That the stars were all linked, as if that really mattered

The unknown deep of the black lake

Could only reach the moon if he evaporates

So though he lay quiet, and deep he held out

The depths were foundations to find the rest out

As still as a well, mysterious hymns

She closed one eye slowly, her light became dim

She couldn't see how to give her light to the water

Looking up from the depths, he didn't know how to want her

And what same things could these two know

When one is so deep, the other to glow?

And what same things could these two know

When one is so deep, the other to glow?