There is still time for reflection
even though you still seem so self-possessed
whatever mystery binds you to your clouded recollections
I don't care
If I recall the circumstance
you were leaving on some lull of the wind
you were leaving and there were vague sounds
from some fugitive from harmony
somewhere
Your distant words like morning mist surrounds
like something probing - set to strike
but you can find me waiting on the ground
looking for some graceful bird in flight
You can find me standing on the ground
waiting for some graceful bird in flight
