DAGMAR: LISTEN

• MP3 short clip, hi-fi play (broadband)

When the bears begin to sleep . . .
and the blue moon lights the snow
It’s time to fold our wings . . . and find a place where no one goes

When the mood has struck the geese . . .
to turn their restless heads and go
It’s time to fold our wings . . . and turn our soft cocoons to stone

The perfect wall will block the stars
And tear the light apart
The cells will melt without a trace
The clock will finally stop and time will finally fade away

When the leaves are off the trees . . .
And the frogs sink in the mud
When the ice has dammed the stream . . .
And winter solstice chills the blood
It’s time to fold our wings . . . and find a place that no one knows

The perfect wall will block the stars
And tear the light apart
The cells will melt without a trace
The clock will finally stop and time will finally fade away