| miles at night from the mountains that shadows cast and the ocean carries the light moon set my heart on the sea and then hold me fast to the day and hold me above all and day is not a half a season and this is not a half a sound moon is not a half a light and a star and you are not a half a part of this miles at night from nowhere streets the one you'd love, the saint, the one that you are would you stand in the history of our past in the shadowed shatter of these walls would you give me the history of this glass if I ask you gentle to call and call, and call I'm running down forgotten avenues looking for the light of day dancing on the edge of every hour you walk beyond the day's gone children with nothing tied to nowhere close alone with every angel ever above would they fall in the mystery fading fast in the arcs of all of the right words would you say that the hour has come to pass when the echoes answer the unheard then call, then call then call aloud the night is ringing with silent crowds of no one singing all the songs they learned while they were still young and call aloud the light is over the valley now and this is true wake the bells with angels, songs we have sung |