^D#The meadowlark a^Gmnd the chim-choo^F-ree and the sp^Cmarrow Set to the sky in a flying spree, for the sport over the pharaoh Little while later the Pharisees dragged comb through the meadow Do you remember what they called up to you and me, in our window? there is a rusty light on the pines tonight sun pouring wine, lord, or marrow down into the bones of the birches and the spires of the churches jutting out from the shadows the oak, and the axe, and the old smokestacks and the bale and the barrow and everything sloped like it was dragged from a rope in the mouth of the south below

^G#we've seen those^C mountains knee^Gling, felten a^Amnd grey we thought our very hearts would up and melt away ^Fmfrom that snow i^Cn the nighttime^G just going and^Am going and the stirring of wind chimes in the morning in the morning ^Dmhelps me ^Gfind my ^Dmway back ^Gin from the place where I have been

^F(instrum^Emental seg^Gway) ^Emand, Emily - I saw you last ni^Aght by the river I dreamed you were skipping little stones across the surface of the water Bm D C frow^Emning at the angle where they were lost, and slipped under forever, in a mud-cloud, mica-spangled, like the sky'd been breathing on a mirror

^Emanyhow - I sat by your ^Aside, by the water you taught me the names of the stars overhead that I wrote down in my ledger Bm D C though ^Emall I knew of the rote universe were those pleiades loosed in december I promised you I‘d set them to verse so I'd always remember

^Emthat the meteorite is a^A source of the light and the meteor's just what we see Bm D C and th^Eme meteoroid is a stone that's devoid of the fire that propelled it to thee ^Emand the meteorite's jus^At what causes the light and the meteor's how it's perceived Bm D C Em

^D# you came and l^Gmay a cold compre^Fss upon the mess^Cm I'm in threw the window wide and cried; Amen! Amen! Amen! the whole world - stopped - to hear you hollering you looked down and saw now what was happening the lines are fadin' in my kingdom though I have never known the way to border them in so the muddy mouths of baboons and sows and the grouse and the horse and the hen grope at the gate of the looming lake that was once a tidy pen and the mail is late and the great estates are not lit from within the talk in town's becoming downright sickening

^G#in due time we w^Cill see the far ^Gbutte lit by a ^Amflare I've seen your bravery, and I will follow you there ^Fmand row through ^Cthe nighttime g^Gone healthy gone^Am healthy all of a sudden in search of the midwife who could help me who could help me ^Dmhelp me f^Gind my w^Dmay back i^Gn there are worries where I've been

^F(instrume^Emntal segw^Gay) ^Emsay, say, say in the lee ^Aof the bay; don't be bothered leave your troubles here where the tugboats shear the water from the water Bm D C flanke^Emd by furrows, curling back, like a match held up to a newspaper

^EmEmily, they'll follow yo^Aur lead by the letter and I make this claim, and I'm not ashamed to say I know you better Bm D C what^Em they've seen is just a beam of your sun that banishes winter

^Emlet us go! though we kn^Aow it's a hopeless endeavor the ties that bind, they are barbed and spined and hold us close forever Bm D C though^Em there is nothing would help me come to grips with a sky that is gaping and yawning there is a song I woke with on my lips as you sailed your great ship towards the morning

^D#come on home, th^Gme poppies are al^Fl grown knee-de^Cmep by now blossoms all have fallen, and the pollen ruins the plow peonies nod in the breeze and while they wetly bow, with hydrocephalitic listlessness ants mop up their brow and everything with wings is restless, aimless, drunk and dour the butterflies and birds collide at hot, ungodly hours and my clay-colored motherlessness rangily reclines - come on home, now! all my bones are dolorous with vines

^G#Pa pointed out t^Co me, for the hu^Gndredth time to^Amnight the way the ladle leads to a dirt-red bullet of light ^Fmsquint skyward a^Cnd listen - lovi^Gng him, we move^Am within his borders: just asterisms in the stars' set order we could stand for a century, starin', with our heads cocked in the broad daylight at this thing. Joy, landlocked in bodies that don't keep, dumbstruck with the sweetness of be- ing till we don't be told; take this and eat this

^D#told; the meteor^Gmite is the sourc^Fe of the light and^Cm the meteor's just what we see and the meteoroid is a stone that's devoid of the fire that propelled it to thee and the meteorite's just what causes the light and the meteor's how it's perceived and the meteoroid's a bone thrown from the void that lies quiet in offering to thee