In The Bat's Mouth

Your love swells and pounds me, 
 And I know nothing now that I know you. 
 My face goes blank, my eyes go open gates, 
 And the world can go in, the world can stay 
 The world can make us wealthy and can take away, 
 So I hold nothing (now that I hold you) 
 There's no place to use our money, 
 Where we live, the generous world suggests generous living, 
 So we live under the low wide branches of the oldest tree, 
 On the dune or in the hay, 
 Where we will stay for so long, so slow, 
 That the careful birds will relax and make black nests in your black hair, 
  
 And walk around beneath my still feet 
 And we will only notice the play of the world for a moment, 
 Then let it roll on, the way the world rolls on 
 Through open gates 
 In a generous way, I give long walks to the dogs, 
 [In a generous way, I put commas in songs 
 In a generous way, I give closed eyes to the day, 
 In a generous way, I give peace to the long slow decay 
 So we do not need to fear dying.] 



 Thanks to razvan