These times, I see, in reverie,
And shadows march like stones-
Things belch like chromosomes,
And I walk alone.
Shadows move like songs that sing,
In the heavens and the tide-
In this light, we will abide,
And tender-light will bring.
I think we are not what we are,
That the light is near, and we are far-
We travel now, and walk a mile,
As the elephant will docile smile.
The night is like a walking song,
And we move, we move along-
All we have is all we are,
And the light is near, and we are far.
The squire is moving like a birch,
And the birds will chirp like lonely things-
Temper is what it brings,
As we move about, and wander, search.
I am gone, and you are not done,
And the light is over and the coldest stone,
Moves again, and moves again,
Like a willow in a dream.