Night comes The mask of the world Resolves into round bits of silver on the table Round arrow nocked against the bow Round fruit devoured by time While the moon climbs



Sea swells Illusion is queen In the shallow graves of experience time-centred Grave silence reigns over the stars Graven image hanging in time While the earth unwinds



With rain the world grows us older Lord let us not be lost God bless the children with knowledge of the cost



Day comes The hawk of gold Springs forth in flame from a highway paved with diamonds Lion rampant on a green field Ramparts cracked into the sky While the Christ stands by



With pain the world paves us over Lord let us not betray God bless the children with visions of the Day