Gold hands of kings
Bold hands of heroes...

Joy remembers the pain
When you walk...

Stars within stars
Moon without earth...

Gallant ship
All hands on deck...

On a pale winter's moon
when all do sleep...

On the broken backs
of cold mountains...

If I should say to the king:
I will bring you this ring...

Joy comes in the mourning,
and you color me true...

Yes, words are
the magic elixir...

Standing near the
deepest part of...

Dear Lord, how do I make
a covenant with this poem...

If I should say, what
brings me to this well...