Nights were spent waiting for days Back in the brown times And there in the rising midwinter's sun Was abraham's ram caught in the thicket And what appeared Was told in turbulence on the water When she was near There could be no home apart from this But now its gone, long gone- When I look out across a clearing It is obscured Out on an ocean dark and vast Two fishes tied, at alpha are bound Waving a pole and waking the dead The goatherder turned the shining stars And so turned she, And there awoke a staring eye But not a mouth- I'd become as passerby O in a world long gone She waits, she waits for me Horizons sing I saw her last In a hazy, dark, and crowded room Stramlined and fast Shameless with everyone And when the last song's playing Here she comes, carring a pitcher To fill the flood