Mouthful of feathers
You battered the songbird
I planted in your garden
So you could have in your head
My dark and heavenly whistle
And we will see what we see and then
Mountain to mountain
Circus of dreams
Never fall over
Eyes getting wider
And we will see what we see and then
The fountain
You sent me
Has no blood
Or melody
No flood nor curtsy
But it keeps good company
With formless things that enchant me
