You were my secondary bardo
All night, I dreamt like a dove
Woke up in a mirage of tomorrow
And now I'm seasoned as a swan
Only twice I dreamt of the low tide
But I couldn't see your eyes
Sang to you with the loving that was language
Silence retreated with a yawn
Into the space beyond the echoes
Where I can breathe with the dawn

Say goodnight to bring
About the dying light in my own device
Oh, sent my way, laughing doves full of sound

And then I woke to you laughing
It's what I’ve felt for so long
No more worries of tomorrow
In that time when we'll be so young
Say goodnight to bring about the dying light in my own device
Oh, sent our way, laughing our way back home

Oh, in seasons, I'm standing in the sea
wondering if secondary swan will come with me
Oh, my lady, she's coming back to me
And the weather from her eyes is my sorrow and my pride