All my red-winged dreams flew afar when you spoke....
Dreams I dared not call aloud.
They are waiting still in the hush, in the light,
Morning wind and leaves and dew,
Whisper of the grass, of the waves, of the night,
Things I gave away for you.
I can speed my soul to its old wonderlands,
Free my wild heart’s wings from chain,
Now that you are gone, loving lips, loving hands,
I can go to love again.