The cracked walls of the old house
Gradually absorb us 
Where no mouse runs up the clock, 
The garden in view reanimates us 
And we prepare if we can
To become lighter than air
 And equally at one with night and day.
 
The open doors of the old house 
Let us in as back then 
When we were wide-eyed to 
The once-upon-a-time whispered by night 
And our imagination 
Gave wings to the leaden dark 
And gave us courage to wait for sunrise.