on a distant shore miles from land stands the ebony totem in ebony sand a dream in a mist of grey on a far distant shore the pebble that stood alone and driftwood lies half buried warm shallow waters sweep shells so the cockles shine a bare winding carcass stark shimmers as flies scoop up meat an empty way dry tears crisp flax squeaks tall reeds make a circle of grey in a summer way around man stood on ground i m trying i m trying to find you to find you i m living i m giving to find you to find you i m living i m living i m trying i m giving