In the night Boden moves
Through fields where the moon shone
Geese fly from his mouth

And outside
Thin breeze through the damson trees
And they sleep on, sleep on….

Boden came to a house
Along a wild and narrow lane
Smoke from a single chimney came
A waterfall, moonlight on the wall

And outside in the damson trees
A thin breeze
And they sleep on, sleep on….

And the sleepers fall deeper
His hand on her ribcage
Her heart unwound
Sculpted around him.

And the light of the moon
Throws patterns on his body
Moves silent around the room.
How the long night grows
Through their fingers and their toes

And outside
Thin breeze thought the damson trees
And they sleep on sleep on….