Protean Dreams - Girls Under Glass

The smell of you and the ancient taste

Of salt and sea wakes me from my equilibrium

Shakes me from my lasting equilibrium

The sudden cries of rising sea-birds

Ascending from the foaming waves

No more, nowhere to be found equilibrium

I’m descending into protean dreams

Drawn by the sea-shine in your open eyes

White-fingered waves reach out for my skin

Softer than velvet and colder than ice

I’m descending into the protean dreams

Crossing the threshold of a deeper realm

Dreams of the sea reach out for my soul

Softer than velvet and older than time

Older than time

Dreams of the hunter

Protean dream

Dreams of the lover

Dreams of the warden

Protean dream

Dreams of the lover

Protean, ever-changing sea

Crushing waves, beckoning me

Opening me, dreams to see

Descending into protean dreams

Following the ancient streams

Understanding what it all means

What it all means

I am waking from equilibrium