House corners sing a wind song to the blues. br The air randomly flows with shadow trees. br You come to me across the fading fields. br The passion in your tired face lights the dusk. br br I want to tell you, though you bring no flower, br That I have all I wanted from the fall, br But you press your hand hard against my mouth. br The moment is too simple for much speech. br br You need not know I memorize you, Friend br Down to the missing buttons on your coat br For wisdom tells me all you have to give br Is written in the clean lines of the moon.