Here is another dream, another forgetting, another doorway:
Sound, to drown the sting of the rain on the pane and the sough of the wind
And the sound of the sea:
Sound, like feathers, to muffle the sound of silence
And the beat of the heart:
Sound, to go with you, through the valley of the shadow in the dashboard of the shining car:
The comfortable voice of the announcer purring the ruin of kingdoms,
The fall of cities and the fall of wickets, The random dead and the New Year knights:
Sound like a sea to conceal the bone, the broken shell, the broken ship.