All through the night in the house of tomorrow
There’s a little brown page waiting
bird of ice
singing Lou
Singing in the hush a memory
final marriage of the darkness and the dew
Singing in the hush the soiled elbows
foiled plot of the darkness and the dew
Would that his song scattered the leaves
the pressure point through the stillness
the wide river could go winging
the close sky could go a-winging
to you the loose bouquet
to you shoemaker