Something so playing
Into the songs I hear
Tunes never staying
Only to be somewhere
Rising their poetry
Songs of the night slow
Always to be free
In their drifting go
So much to matter long
Feeling that count you in
Giving new kind of song
With their waking spin
Love that was here to fire
Never prepared at all
All your inner desire
Those from the eve fall
Some touch not staying
Giving their highest note
Into the hazy laying
In silk threads red remote
To the diffusing falling
Every of day's high
When dreams are calling
From the space and sky
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