THINGS OF THIS WORLD

LYRICS

Love is a ship with its sails full-blown,
a cat confessing the moon,
a single footprint filling with rain
on the edge of an ocean dune.

Truth is a perfect silver bell,
a cow dusk-heavy with milk,
the hand of a woman reaching for thread
of cranberry-colored silk.

Beauty—ah! It’s a goatskin drum,
a swan with only one wing,
a man who is just beginning to try
to use his mouth to sing.