Furthest, fairest things, stars free of our longing
Each his own, the longer known the more alone
Wrapt in emphatic fire, roaring out to a black flue
Each spark rings on a tone beyond human hearing
Then is Now, the star you steer by is gone
Its tremulous thread spun in the hurricane - spider floss on my cheek
For love and the uninterrupted night
Static glow in the wind, water flashes mark the line
Too young to remember, too old to remind
Then is Now, the star you steer by is gone
Its tremulous thread spun in the hurricane - light from the zenith
Every birth a crime, every sentence life
Pens are too light, every letter takes a chisel to write
Gentle voices weave, over the fields and the night
Words to confirm and to cherish and delight
Then is Now, the star you steer by is gone
Its tremulous thread spun in the hurricane - shade from an ancient tree
Then is Now, the star you steer by is gone
Its tremulous thread spins in the hurricane - life from furthest, fairest things