..all that is your beauty and all that is your treasure.

Bless this tiny alley. We have fallen from tall buildings. We have fallen through the air into a garden sweetly smelling of the softest sleeping flowers.
Now they sit under the sidewalk.
Now they're waiting for the shining of some future sun to show us all that is your beauty, oh, and all that brings you pleasure. I could sigh into your hide and say I hope I'm here forever.
Black sheep boy with your lovers. With your list of favorite pillows. With your list of missing children. With the wall where you drew windows overlooking hidden gardens cut apart by jagged mountains, climbing up into the air and crumbling down into a fountain. Where the water waits forever like a quiet distant treasure.
When you rise up to recover when, you leave this tiny alley.
When you meet me in the garden with your horns all hung with cedar. Every spirit brushing past me, brushing past them in the ether.
Scream: all of this is window dressing, all you are is flimsy curtains. Watch you flame up with a word from us and won't know that you're burning

Bless this tiny alley. We have fallen from tall buildings. We have fallen.
Bless the birth of him, the chapel he was killed in.
All these tiny flowers, they have sat under the sidewalk, they have waited for the pieces of the summer sun to show us all that is your beauty and all that is your treasure.
I could smell your skin beside me. Say: I hope I'm here forever.
Captain with your lovers. With your list of favorite pillows. With your favorite list of children and the wall where you drew windows overlooking tiny gardens cut in two by jagged mountains and the secret sacred sharing that went on beside the fountain. Where the water waits forever for a tiny tiny treasure that will rise up and recover. That will leave this tiny alley when you meet me in the garden with your wings all dipped in cedar.
All these spirits brushing past me, brushing past me in the ether.
Say "all this is window dressing, all you are is flimsy curtains, you will flame up with a word from us and won't know that you're burning."