Beour

There is Mother
There is Father
There are dogs
There is worn in grass
And you knows whose names you will find
Under upturned stones

Tomorrow, you know
Your eyes, awake, will see sky
Your eyes, closed, will see wallpaper
Your eyes will be warm
Your eyes will be warm
Both will see her thighs
Just as warm
Just as loud
Just as white
As you thought
As you knew

So now
You know why Angels sing
You know why Henry sings
Well, then who else sings