Time to Say Goodnight

Still as glass I lay

In two dimensions mirrored as a lake

I hang my words upon the notes of birds

Barely heard

I thrill the animal

That kills, firing soot from an iron flute

That shakes the trees from stem to root (cold wind blow, hail and stone)

Rain your curtain down between

Life that seeds and vampire feeds upon

Drop, little moth

Flee the lamplight glowing in my eye

It'll soon be gone, and I'll be gone too

Same as you

So fly to end of night

And rise from that tomb

That you'll enter soon

I'll follow you (slow wind slow, calm your blow)

Lift your curtain to reveal

Silent field and child that sleeps upon