In the Stream - S. Carey

I was folded by ferns

You could return the earth

All to her

Open mouth

Look up now

Fall my failures,

To the ground

I know, I know, I know all of them

I am wind in the pines

I am a line you can't define

When the dawn breaks

When the moon shakes

In my love-lock landscapes

I know, I know, I know all of them

Be in my vision

My gardener

I'll be an architect

On window steam

And I'll be in the stream

Be in that canyon,

That corridor

I'll be an architect

On window steam

And I'll be in the stream