For every gray stone
Alive with moss and left
Unturned by your kind feet
Birds of heaven sing

Heaven knows somebody
Hears those birds

Heaven's hounds guard your ashes now
Shine their green lights
On a humbled earth

Song

Past white past water
Past the last word from your tongue
Past the altered rhythm of your speaking
We come

Before darkness before fire
Before the simple angel of the young
Before the fields
We come

Past the simple angel of the young
Past the field of lilies
Past the early and the deep
Before white before water
Before the last word from your tongue
To us love came and you our love
Did come