Be’lakor - Grasping Light lyrics

Just downstream from that dark place
Where last beats fell and waters churned
A man looked down upon his face
In reverie, his thoughts did turn:

To follow the river is to follow the arc
It does not drift, it does not wait
Find it's course with limb and mind
There walks a man there runs his fate

To follow the river is to follow the thread
It does not lie, it does not leave
Drowning stones there as he does
He comes to think he comes to breathe

Something of that ember lives!
He feels it bide, he feels it wake
Looking out, but at it'self as if to speak
As if to make

His vision forming, flowing now
In tumbling verse, in melting song
Crafting words there as he does
They echo out they echo on:
"But a vessel, alive
For a time, I would thrive that was all
Nothing more lay below it
But a vessel, adrift not a theft, nor a gift
That was all - but a pulse, but a poet"

To drink from the river is
To meet with the arc
And drink until quenched the man did
But a vessel, adrift not a theft, nor a gift
That was all - but a pulse