zero she flies

she's a mollusk

a seamstress

a princess

a priestess

a negress

she knows her position

she's a swallow

a willow

a cello

a pillow

a bow

and also a physician

she takes your eyes

and mends your head

she draws the wine

and breaks the bread

she has no lies to tell you

and no truths to sell you

she's a girl

she's almost a woman

and zero she flies as the morning sighs

spreads her wings like a seagull

from the mountain he watches her

biding his time

but his eyes are the eyes of an eagle

he's a hawthorn

a raven

a scarecrow

a haven

for moon-blessed thought and opinion

he will laugh like the fountains

the bones of the mountains

lie deep in his forest religion

you will call his name when evening falls

and the ground sets hard and the night wind calls

you will feed him and heed him

at times you will need him

say you were almost his woman

and zero she flies as the morning sighs

spreads her wings like a seagull

from the mountain he watches her

biding his time

but his eyes are the eyes of an eagle

in the shuddering mad red blood-let sunset

a tired man is leaving his cover

and the soft eyes of zero

are cut by the sounds

of the vanishing feet of her lover

and the door slams shut

and the air grows tight

and her throat is gripped

by the hands of night

and all that is left

is the clock on the shelf

as it ticks one day into another

and zero she sighs as the morning dies

with the broken wings of a seagull

from the mountain he watches her

sensing his time

but his eyes are the eyes of an eagle

at the pall of the day the man of the mountain

is nearing the end of his travel

and the fence is down

on the westland bounds

and a footfall pounds in the gravel

comes a knock three times

and the air grows still

as he steps inside from the sudden chill

and the moment is caught in the net of the night

for the coming of dawn to unravel

and zero she flies as the morning sighs

spreads her wings like a seagull

from the mountain he's coming

judging his time

and his eyes are the eyes of an eagle

oh zero she flies as the morning dies

spreads her wings like a seagull

from her window he watches her

a man in his time

but his eyes are the eyes of an eagle