I’m tired And into this night I slip While blue branches Break against the sky The shadows pass And the emptiness fills While blue branches Pull down the sky
And into this night Of symbols I turn And return to secrecy A child’s summer legacy And return to secrecy To lay down the ghost In me
And into this night Of symbols I burn And pushing past misery I will ignite this memory And pushing past misery This foolish gray tragedy
There are birds that dot The horizon There are times When I just can’t Go on There are moments That empty all reason With a season that Dances towards ice
And into this night Of symbols I turn And return to secrecy A child’s summer legacy I will return to secrecy To lay down the ghost In me
And into this night Of symbols I burn And pushing past misery I will ignite this memory And pushing past misery This foolish gray tragedy
(I will go, alarmed at these dreams alive and blue black screams To the world below – the shadows in the snow These pictures that wind, and bind the roots Of ashen barked time We ascend – Now in substance, Now in distance Two small black scars Hidden wounds In a sea of stars This victory is fleeting Its hands holding Then retreating Before this arch of terrors Bends back Holds sway Or sweeps this all Beyond the bleak day Sun fades And the morning bleeds out Swollen around the foliage And bent into trees These sounds and souls On breath and breeze Aching for release A consistent thread Winds our paths – entwined In day – in dread…) And into this night Where the shadows Pull tight And into this night We shall go…