Something is approaching
lower than my eyes
and for just a moment
my memory dies
Scorced land and scattered skies
and nothing in my hands
moon fast decends and leaves alone
the one that stares and bends
I see something moving
just below my eyes
The undone deeds are coming
they strangle and then die
Great gray wings fly over land
I've come my only way
and looking back I know for sure
that's not where I stay ...