The Evening of the 24th

I hear voices from another morning And in the sunlight I feel the room grow Windows, white curtained and smooth walls But the night leaves her on the floors Of a mansion hall And the feet on the floors I must get up off the floors Off the floors... o

The cold it penetrates so deep The leaves cry drops of ice A fire guts the land inside him He wonders what's it like To be in the sunshine with her The wet material on his face With lines of unforgetful stress A scratch in the wall by his side He wat

Under amillion scattered stars From rippled earth that's cracked and sleeping Under the frozen static stars The headless clay woman's Shimmering body stands And the frost that locks her nakedness Melts away Through air that's crystal black ink shadow

Somewhere the blast furnace explodes Plumes of amber in the night sky Each explosion bounces "gt;From horizon to horizon "gt;From horizon... to horizon And for a while, the slow pulse boy Stood by the window And let the fire sink into his skin A

On the blue-green rising, falling tide Breathing in the pebbles Sighing out the salt breeze Chaff is blowing from the stubble fields Leaving the dried earth land it threads the gate Tunnel hedges Old man's beard Sticking to the wild plums Old man's b

Balancing on the wind Leaning on the cliff edge wind, in limbo He watched sand running through the fingers Of his left hand into the palm of his right He sees someone walking in a hot dry wasteland Young, hesitant steps Recognised her crooked fring a