Knowledge of darkness

Over the bluish sea
the knives of the water
cut the finest gold
of the afternoon light.

When I forget, if I forget,
from the north of my heart
comes the light that shows itself,
in the twilight illuminating me.

Over the bluish sea
the knives of the water
cut the finest gold
of the afternoon light.

It's then that I know
darkness. I don't know what it's like.
I know it's outside of me
and I know it's in me, darkness.

Over the bluish sea
the knives of the water
cut the finest gold
of the afternoon light.