Gone from the house to the snows
Like a wandering light
You send a last balloon
To the solemn light of the moon's eye
Over the fields
And the arcs of the radial lines
That bind the waking world
To the hidden life of the empire
That sleeps in the frozen lake
And moors in the darkened bays
And glows in the golden rays
And dreams of our lives
That moves without sound
From the air, to the ground
And that streams through each break carved in the line
And dreams of our lives