Lower your eyelids
over the water
Join the night
like the trees
you lie under
over the water
Join the night
like the trees
you lie under
How many crickets
How many waves
easy after easy
on the one way shore
There are stars
from another view
and a moon
to draw the seaweed through
No one calls the crickets vain
in their time
in their time
no one will call you idle
for dying with the sun
Leonard Cohen
The Spice-Box of Earth 1961
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