soft bells, all my soft bells
there, small bird, there
come to me
how nightingale in memory of aloneness does sing
in all its elinesses does ring
here small bird, come into me
how sun crossed by the purple lipstems
goblin flowers sway clasp
brightest horse sun
your glissando moonfilled eyes'
soft bells
there, small bird
there come to me
how nightingale in song does betroth air
and when the Winter's children spring
chorals all death's lies
giggle goblin flowers' hearts
small birds, gather me
come to me I gather your songing furies'
tender quietude's
soft bells, all my
soft bells