Listen!
TO THE FALLEN/ IN PRAISE OF FALLING/ THEFT OF LINES FROM TAYLOR color of flame rising through trees the soul rises journeying flame that escapes us trees let fall again the flame that rose what falls from us as ashdrift is love time falls away where we cannot reach it the only thing to do is to fall after it ash-eyed you gave your weight back and the world taking part accepted the surrender as when skies let fall weeping showers the ground fills