- Luthrie -
Words and thoughts spill out
Like sheets of notes on paper
Those lines along your face,
I am traveled here, small,
Following the curve of speech,
Pin head balance, glean
And flutter along
In a blue-tailed dance,
We are window birds,
Small and bright,
Among the crumbled
Stones and path,
Circle then returning back
To earth, the empty school,
With a sharp pulse and trill,
That echoes on to the sea,
High up and down
Like running music
Go these green hills
And fields of rapeseed,
Monuments and fallen,
Today I went beyond these walls
Then gates, further still, into call and answer,
Today I crossed the river Eden,
Out into another world.