Lyrics

In the unmade light I can see the world as the leaves brighten I see the air the shadows melt and the apricots appear now that the branches vanish I see the apricots from a thousand trees ripening in the air they are ripening in the sun along the west wall apricots beyond number are ripening in the daylight Whatever was there I never saw those apricots swaying in the light I might have stood in orchards forever without beholding the day in the apricots or knowing the ripeness of the lucid air or touching the apricots in your skin or tasting in your mouth the sun in the apricots