we arrived at the end
the pilgrim’s church of sankt olof
they rang the church bells for us
but they weren’t real bells
it was a memory only
of church bells that had once sounded
and that made sense
it was a memory only
of church bells that had once sounded
and that made sense
i saw myself reflected in the well that has been visited by
many pilgrims since the middle ages
sara reached in the water
i asked her what she was looking for
for a moment i thought she said “god” but she was actually saying “gold”
i decided to walk again tomorrow
to never stop
on our way there i saw clouds being harvested
