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 my soul   And reading my mind   We can be hurt   A piece at a time   As the curtains of night   Draw back with the light