(A man who knows the small tragedies)
(Ah so, the moving moon calls me to remember)
(Are you waiting there behind the door?)
(Do you ever wonder about grass?)
(I am the weakest of all things)
(I dreamed of golden days that never were)
(I felt white wings like cobwebs on my face)
(I have this small spare gratitude to give)
(I hear the music of another spectrum)
(I hear the quick hard answers to the old man)
(I tried to make a perfect line)
(I’m afraid of my bewilderment)
(My well is dry and the old pump rusted and cracked)
(Some said he rose and lived again)
(That there should be bright stars is yet a wonder)
(The guilded wheel spinning in the sun spiral)
(The power of God touches the reaches of space)
(The rim of the rock on top of the hill)