"Solstice" (BJORK)

When your eyes pause on the ball

That hangs on the third branch from the star,

You remember why it is dark

And why it gets light again.

The Earth, like the heart, slopes in it's seat

And, like that, it travels along an elliptical path

Drawn into the darkness.

An unpolished pearl

In sky-black

Palm of hand

Flickering sun-flame.

And then you remember

That you, yourself, you are a light-bearer, a light-bearer

Receiving radiance from others

Flickering sun-flame.

Unpolished Earth in palm of hand.