Conversation 21

The Field

Gabriel Specter

Edge of a Dream

Jenny Berkel

When the day is low
and the moon’s white glow
hangs overhead

Through the window
and over the field,
that glimmer of gold in the dusk

We will sing
We will sing
We will sing for you

In the evening
on the edge of a dream
hanging overhead

Through the window
and over the field,
you glimmer of gold in the dusk

We will sing
We will sing
We will sing for you