The Lake 
When I traced back to the origin of this mortal flesh
It was the soul of a gemstone on the lake’s floor
This warrior’s ancestor – it was a swan 

Ages ago, the gemstone longed to be one with the swan who soared the skies
The swan saw through to the love that hid on the lake’s floor
And across the skies, the two were joined 

That secret love lived on into the descendants of that spirit
The swan’s blood flows through you – the warrior
These are the reasons for such painful unrequited love 

I turn my gaze away willfully, acting distant
I yearn to spin and dance beautifully, but never, never
Show what lies inside this heart, behind these eyes
And this face blooms, ever, as a flower blooms 

Unable to bear the piercing pain
I quietly lock my anguish in the silver box in the palm of my hand
Into the waters I let fall the box, into the waters I follow
Body and soul into the mirror surface
To become a ripple, sparkling silver and gold 

When will this love join its love
When will this love be fulfilled
One day, when the tears that fill this box explode in a shower of light
Burning you, so that your ashes become sand of silver and gold
When the sand turns to ripples of silver and gold
Joining and marrying with my waves
The poignant story will reach its climax
The long hidden and unrequited love will be joined at last
Forever and always