In the Stream - S. Carey
I was folded by ferns
You could return the earth
All to her
Open mouth
Look up now
Fall my failures,
To the ground
I know, I know, I know all of them
I am wind in the pines
I am a line you can't define
When the dawn breaks
When the moon shakes
In my love-lock landscapes
I know, I know, I know all of them
Be in my vision
My gardener
I'll be an architect
On window steam
And I'll be in the stream
Be in that canyon,
That corridor
I'll be an architect
On window steam
And I'll be in the stream
