I’m tired
And into this night I slip
While blue branches
Break against the sky
The shadows pass
And the emptiness fills
While blue branches
Pull down the sky

And into this night
Of symbols I turn
And return to secrecy
A child’s summer legacy
And return to secrecy
To lay down the ghost
In me

And into this night
Of symbols I burn
And pushing past misery
I will ignite this memory
And pushing past misery
This foolish gray tragedy

There are birds that dot
The horizon
There are times
When I just can’t
Go on
There are moments
That empty all reason
With a season that
Dances towards ice

And into this night
Of symbols I turn
And return to secrecy
A child’s summer legacy
I will return to secrecy
To lay down the ghost
In me

And into this night
Of symbols I burn
And pushing past misery
I will ignite this memory
And pushing past misery
This foolish gray tragedy

(I will go, alarmed at these dreams
alive and blue black screams
To the world below – the shadows in the snow
These pictures that wind, and bind the roots
Of ashen barked time
We ascend –
Now in substance,
Now in distance
Two small black scars
Hidden wounds
In a sea of stars
This victory is fleeting
Its hands holding
Then retreating
Before this arch of terrors
Bends back
Holds sway
Or sweeps this all
Beyond the bleak day
Sun fades
And the morning bleeds out
Swollen around the foliage
And bent into trees
These sounds and souls
On breath and breeze
Aching for release
A consistent thread
Winds our paths – entwined
In day – in dread…)
And into this night
Where the shadows
Pull tight
And into this night
We shall go…