the day downs itself unto rest
and we too we

who sought eachother in the day
now see the images wrought
by our fruitless searching

the night contains the subtle thread
of all the years and the saints

come walk eternal streets 'fore dawn
finds us dead  so very
lost and hurt
and sorry

the day the day the days and days
we sought eachother fruitlessly

the night so dark eternally
come seed the night so hopelfully

with another show of ourselves