I Set Across

Set across the sky one night,

I carried darkness in my bag,

To set it free, I sought out light,

Bearing fire, bearing slag.

I opened up that dark,

Opened my wounded heart.

And sat, waiting for hymns to start,
Believing in time, my slag might drop.

When it chimed, dark beamed away.

Time stayed on, it was here to stay.

I moved on, but forgot that bag,

Where in darkness lies that slag?