Wind blownA lazy swayCreeping like fireFrom a slow sparkBirds without wingsOut of the dust of dreamsHead out to seaSeeking the starsNothing can wakeNothing will breakHis hostOf teasing fanciesWith aches and fearsSighs and tearsWe roll like waterCaught in a streamA pilot on the wingA weary thingFeeding my soulAnd reading my mindWe can be hurtA piece at a timeAs the curtains of nightDraw back with the light