There was light on their wings
As I slipped into the water
There was light on their wings
There was gold on their hands
As they pushed their weight upon me
There was gold on their hands
Multiplying in number all around me
The seven in addition to the nine
I won't wrestle, I won't fight
This is what the anchor taught me
I won't wrestle in the absence of light
Magnifying their thoughts that never leave me
The red is now reflected in the gold
I will hide among the ghosts
And the rooms of sixteen shimmers
I will listen when my secrets are told
There was love in their wings
And a face filled with indifference