crossing the fjord

I trampled onto a long lighted gaze
I knew you'd be there
to spell my name

I looked for you long
we'll try here low

Time is a fifty boy
strung out on the glassy sinew

I try to make it available
I try to see through
I try to see the singer there
with their
image strewn

I've lost another way
and gained my faculties
yes, it's a long long way from here to Valhalla