[for the companion of this song, see Sadness]

i trace the trail of silk to the edge of Heaven
_and i fear my self no more
i set one foot down bold on the sunlit stones
_as the waves rush onto shore

be not afraid, the choice is made
the sea runs over and the stones are rolled away

beneath the orchard shadows, fruit swollen by the rain
juice ancient, sweet, and golden,
_in bright rivers, floods the plain
the waves begin to crash, we all race into the roar
_to windsurf the Wine Sea
__and say goodbye to the shore

wild souls, unclothed and laughing
_spread out and run to put their feet into the foam
white summer windspray tastes of the open Sea
_on a day so sweet and warm

strike through the mask
_dive into the Immense Remote
__the wild, watery Unshored

i trace the trail of silk to the edge of Heaven
and set one foot down bold on the sunlit stones

on a smooth-faced wave, Sophia plays
_from the Word Alight to the End of Days
just believe the Word that you cannot read
_and you’ll taste the Sea that the Two Trees feed

4 Virtues rising
_3 brothers fall
__2 Truths on the edge of night and 1 Love embraces all

and the waves rise to sky