as quiet as a candle burning here long
as snowy, as simple white street in the fog
a photograph reddened, quiet your song
on a dead nickel string or on granite top
a snare drum rattles and the tin heater hums
jar full of jewelry when trashman comes
the gas tank we painted who one day broke down
at desert at night the dumb kids get gone
tattoo on your leg from when you were young
in the forest, three baby birds in the brush
shed all their feathers and skin came right off
quiet came also, its hands were of God's
and as white shine southeast, up came the sun
and silver cat follows me back on a walk
honeyed kids movie i must've put on
inhale came first, to exhale i come
no silence but quiet, to see you here lost
gentle my heart, sweet is the sound
once we were spoken; now we are found
