The brick jail doors
  that closed behind are cracking
  The school boy told the woman in the street
  Last night
  I heard the bells of summer rapping
  The word vows of a mother incomplete
    The emptiness of summer must begin it
  The nagging of the mother of the wild
  Convinced me that I had no way to win it
  She took it from my hand and then she smiled
    The coldness
  of the closeness of the moonbeam
  The walking in the dawn to greet the night
  The water and the flower is a bad dream
  The stocking drawn reveals the end of sight
    It's over 'cause it's older than the midnight
  The school boy told the woman on the street
  The joining of the weekend - Monday daylight
  Will leave the black rose meeting incomplete.