I still hear you calling. When sleep is escaping me. I still hear you farther on. . I see you in waking. A ghost in the window shade. My lover, the form you take.
Are you falling towards the evening. From the last light that you saw. From the corner of the curtain. Perching on the wall. . And I kept the words you gave me.
Be still. Bird of winter prey. Lay down. Your faster thinning frame. . Be gone. The salting of the wound. Return. The harvest we once knew. . We're more than just the blood of what we've done.