[ Featuring Sarah Fryer ]
Come to me in the night, we shall sleep closely together.
I am so tired, lonely from being awake,
A strange bird already sang in the dark early morning,
As my dream still wrestled with itself and me.
Flowers open before all the springs taking on the color of your eyes.
Come to me in the night, on seven starred shoes,
And love shall be wrapped up until late in my tent.
Moons rise from the dusty trunk of the heaven.
We shall make love quietly like two rare animals in the high reeds behind this world."
