Move alone, move alone, my sweet darling do not cry

Mama dear, I can't hear, your heartbeat faint and to me near

Little child, little child, lay your body close to me

Mama sweet, where we meet, is warm as womb is comforting

Daughter mine, lay in'twined, and listen close to how I speak…

I am rushing wood, woodrush rivering, I am body, bone, and dust to wind, storm of sea, wave unraveling

Where the raven flies I will lie, floating wavering and gracefully crashing the sand into mountains…

Ant upon my chest you will run, you will rest

You will pile up your pillars made of me who blows them down

Can you fathom deep that unseen, can you trust in this the fruits

I yield, I yield to you to shape them…

How to shape… how… How to shape... how…

Child lay your body, listen deep, there's a heartbeat in the step that you take, that you choose, that you listen to

Suit your self with skin, scurry quickly toward the undertow and over it all is a blanket of breathing

Catch upon your tongue, pawn the speaking for the turning of the inner ear to silence and the rising of the tone

In bells of pebbled wind and the sigh of the stillness of the pond you float upon, as a cloud to the rainstorm

Sun to me is mother is to you

I was made to grow these blowing and receding gusts of wind and lust and wave

And only if I'm trampled bare and cold

Will my arms cease to hold you

Only when I cease to be, only if I cease…

How to shape… how… How to shape... how…