I set forth in springful years in hearing the shore,
Along with sleeping birds in October
And forgotten dawns listened
With childs eyes in the wonder of winter 
The sea stood marveled in joy
But turned away
As her heart moved in mine 

In the stillness of the morning room sits the rain,
On the shoulders of blackbirds
Brimming with fondness 
For the great wind that blows under the moon
The sun in my wounds, greeted
With the touch of her careless body

Praise and bless that infant fire, holy and weeping as the morning grows
For the last time
As it sees it's self in a more prudent mirror 

I bare all my suffering in a sleeping ghost
With a glowing heart , hanging bright over the lids of moonlight
And like the sea I burn with the fruit of the stars