A stone flung,
Deep in to a pond,
Bounced four times,
Till it sunk,
Through some magic,
It was found again,
By a Shepherd,
Who knew to swim in
Dark and deep.

The doors were open
then to stone,
the doors to dream,
It could no longer sleep and
knew nothing of dark,
It was free to be free
or to bind,
As magic around it
was the silver light
inside and outside of
it's heart.