Harvest of Shadows

The fields are gold and turning thin

Horse light fades into the stem

We walk where the tired scarecrows lean

In amber dust and silver green

Your hand is warm, the air is cold

A lantern trembles brave and old

The cornrows whisper low and long

Like every shadow knows this song

And I feel calm, see

In the darkening sky

When the first midnight breeze

Goes sliding by

We stand so still

Where the cold wind dies

Half in the dusk

Half in the night

The moon hangs sharp above the field

On broken stubbles, seabirds healed

Your voice is smoke, my breath is glass

We hear the present softly pass

And I feel calm fear in the darkening sky

When the first midnight breeze

Waves go sliding by

We stand so still

Where the cold winds die

Half in the dusk

Half in the night

If something waits beyond the hill

It knows our names and lingers still

But side by side we do not flee

We let the dark come close to

And I feel calm sea in the darkening sky

When the first midnight breeze goes sliding by

Feels a fading light, we breathe, we stay

'Til midnight opens into day