there are no gardens here    hidden
behind high walls    no bricks for a new city
only the cry of a lost gondolier

but we can ride a blue horse to the sea
find a new way of dancing    a new song
to wash our feet in   we can wear a lei of stars
and hear a voice   apart from ourselves

crying change      come down to me
everything has failed us but our
flesh        and even that has tried
but there's still a path to our true bodies

let us find a world
we can reach in one black streak of light
come down my love      to where i have
already fallen
it isn't far     you're almost there

where dreams are a rush of ghostwings
a filament of moon
pouring on the bed