I've come here as I've come before
Only it's dark
And there are no bedtimes
It is twilight
But my heart is placed
So perfectly within
These planes are placid
For being stranged
And barely bade self-passage
Through with rains,
The creek whispers it's thanks
But I blush with builder's sin
Because
Streets have started
Making themselves
And streams have stopped
Singing to themselves
Not to mention
Whereto has gone the singing
In the interim
At least We are a twilight yet
And one without the fear of home
You for never having seen the sea
Me for no longer to another belonging
It is dark
But my heart is placed
So perfectly within
To sit with you in murk
And begin
To serenade our endings