Tie your heart at night to mine, love,and both will defeat the darknesslike twin drums beating in the forestagainst the heavy wall of wet leaves.
Night crossing: black coal of dreamthat cuts the thread of earthly orbswith the punctuality of a headlong trainthat pulls cold stone and shadow endlessly.
Love, because of it, tie me to a purer movement,to the grip on life that beats in your breast,with the wings of a submerged swan,
So that our dream might replyto the sky's questioning starswith one key, one door closed to shadow.