Beneath a sky of dull stars
the villages of the plain...

I stand now cold on the World's stage
facing this great sky of lights...

The thorn studded branches bleed
Gleaming in the smear of cold Moonlight...

I heard a bell ring long and loud
Echoes down the ages...

I once loved
I gave it shape in my mind...

Here we stand you and I
The bond of years around us...

You have all been born crying
to a high and narrow Virgin road...

Will there be a mother this night
lost in this desert of dreams...

I stoop my head in wonder
As your cool radiance lances my being...

As you turn and trap me in the lidded gaze
of eyes torn to a cold and searing rage...

Change gathered and windblown
in a high hillside hollow...

I will lie down in grasses green
and face toward the East...