I am at peace in wordless scenes In the dark hollows of sleep And in the bright wells of daydreams Where silence is the gatekeeper And everything is: As it seems --
I trust the places where noise cannot enter Where the air is scrubbed clean And voices surrender Their so-called meaning
you fly too high on borrowed wings so far above the shining sea and I can see you spiraling the darkness leads you down to me I ride the waves and all around the sky is light with falling feathers if I catch you we both will drown your molten wings hold us together