Night comes 
the mask of the world 
resolves into round bits of silver on the table 
round arrow nocked against the bow 
round fruit devoured by time 
while the moon climbs 

sea swells 
illusion is queen 
in the shallow graves of experience time-centred 
grave silence reigns over the stars 
graven image hanging in time 
while the earth unwinds 

with rain the world grows us older 
Lord let us not be lost 
God bless the children with knowledge of the cost 

day comes 
the hawk of gold 
springs forth in flame from a highway paved with diamonds 
lion rampant on a green field 
ramparts cracked into the sky 
while the Christ stands by 

with pain the world paves us over 
Lord let us not betray 
God bless the children with visions of the Day