Something is approaching

lower than my eyes

and for just a moment

my memory dies


Scorced land and scattered skies

and nothing in my hands

moon fast decends and leaves alone

the one that stares and bends


I see something moving

just below my eyes

The undone deeds are coming

they strangle and then die


Great gray wings fly over land

I've come my only way

and looking back I know for sure

that's not where I stay ...