Immortal Bird

What drives us on?
What drives us on?

I left something of myself in you
Fourscore, twenty, thirty
In your body and in your flesh
In your vault of skin
I was nothing for you
But the shadow of another love
That one day for you
Would shift your skies to pastures blue
Streaked with passing and loss

Tortoise green in my eyes
From the moss of my past, you arised
And lightly then, I saw your smile
With ivory throat and ivory eyes
At night I catch you before I sleep
And if I died before I wake
I prayed that you my heart might keep
I cannot hold your tunneled eyes
Near my heart any longer
All this love is nothing truly

Mist of moons' breath, grit of evening
The grass was green, I now recall
Before my own particular fall
I saw we were both really masks over nothing
The moonlight sweeping over northern beaches
All the trees stand stripped
Just silhouettes of memories
At night I have started to dream of you
Your eyes are wide and shot through with sea blue