My eyes are your eyes Blue chips from the same block Sculpted I am from your being The secret far away child Now you are no more to me But ash and dust and memory The knowledge of you
Soft translucent mist Wraps her silver arms Around his jager coat In the knee high meadow grass He steps his boot shod feet Leaves animal prints behind His lonliness ribbons
On the salty evening breeze A mournful melody Raches you from afar You kiss the hem of infinity Walk through the shadow of trees Into an everlasting Paradise.