THE COMING OF AGES

Flying Out Of Eyes So Green...

The Soul Sees What It Has Not Seen...

Melting Wings That Would Destroy...

Would Be Weeping Wingless Bird Boy.

Fly Fly Away...

There's Nothing To Say -

Alone In His Room...

Alone...

Come What May...

But Lying Naked On The Floor...

Won't Be What He Was Before...

Won't Surrender Scream Or Stand...

Walking Calmly Into Birdland.