Turn away from the noise of light and peace shall come with the day...

In the night each one of us is alone.
Man. Woman. Boy. Girl.
Each one is alone in the night.
After a night lit by lightning,
dawn broke to the crack of thunder
and we were going,
and each night, like last night,
we sit beyond the warmth of the fire.

On a fine morning, how frail the house
and pain its window,
a window where the summer flourishes,
dark the plaster, low the wall.

'O house in the weather
shall summer again come
to your beams?'
'The shining life tree is here
as a window,
a green house unlocked.'