Jeffrey Foucault Shadows Tumble
The shadows tumble bluely
I love you only, love you truly
With your face all full of stars
And your heart held out like a tin cup
To catch the rain
We come flashing into blindness
Where the midnight twins and twines us
With our silver-paper mouths
Printing light against the ashes
Of the light
(bridge):
How does love come down?
Soft as sunset lights the wings of birds
How does love come down?
Blurring all the edges of the world
Hush the clockwork of the cradle
Hush the loom and still the treadle
In the silence press your ear
Against my chest and hear that
Tiny hammer fall
The quiet fury of our dreaming
The starry horsemen gone careening
In the blue teeth of the gas stove
And the soft unnumbered falling
Of the moon
Where the shadows tumble bluely
I love you only, love you truly
With your face all full of stars
And your heart held out like a tin cup
To catch the rain
