Wind blown
A lazy sway
Creeping like fire

From a slow spark

Birds without wings

Out of the dust of dreams
Head out to sea
Seeking the stars


Nothing can wake
Nothing will break

His host
Of teasing fancies


With aches and fears
Sighs and tears
We roll like water

Caught in a stream

A pilot on the wing

A weary thing
Feeding my soul
And reading my mind

We can be hurt
A piece at a time
As the curtains of night

Draw back with the light