wind blown a lazy sway
 creeping like fire from a slow spark
  birds without wings out of the dust of dreams
    head out to sea seeking the stars
     nothing can wake nothing will break
      his host of teasing fancies
       with aches and fears sighs and tears
        we roll like water caught in a stream
         a pilot on the wing a weary thing
          feeding a laugh and reading my mind
           we can be hurt a piece at a time
            till the curtains of night draw back with the light