Steven and I in the Field of Stars - Current 93

Circles within circles

We ride through them all

Circles within circles

In the midst of the Southern regions

There a man rests and weeps

This year next year

Sometimes

Oh never

If we think then that there is

No joy

But listen

On the edge of winds

Is the rustling of the greens

All many greens manifold and lovely

The sighing and crying of the wind

The lovely boughs

The lovely light

The lovely stars jewelly nobles

Pitted starheads of burning fires

Burn far brighter burn brighter

Starry glory golden flamey lambent

Than any other stars we know

The moony wetmouthed cradle of bluenight

The plumed bird lovely voiced

The streaked cat rooted hairshine

Head of furlight

Purr of bright sound

Lovely and noble jewelly lords

So sparkling glimmering spitting lights

Little houses of fire

In little towns of fire

Open and shut their fiery sandsheet eyes