I was singing on my little boat there on the cruel sea. It was a song about flying to the sun. A boy from the east climbs up to the highest mountain of the world at a July dawn. He waits there, crouching like a black jaguar. When the sun rises from the bottom of his feet, he jumps down as if flying to the sun. It is not the sun that he has fallen to. He falls into the bottom of the cruel sea.

My voice was riding in the wind; the sea was crying out to me, telling me that I should steal the light of your beautiful eyes and keep it in my heart, even if it would be burning, even if it would be hurting.

**photo from mythicalireland