There will be spring
to the very end
I'll sleep to the sound

of burning winter,
place for me built
and for my friends,

by which will pass,
each on his venture.


My eye ...
is gone and ...
The house is in his town

have crumbled
I am a child
ten inches tall

and I have grown,
while they have stumbled


And what will be ours to do today
is to name everything we see.
After what we are and who can be for

and the things that run in fear
from you and me.