The brick jail doors that closed behind are cracking The schoolboy told the woman in the street Last night I heard the belles 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 schoolboy told the woman on the street The joining of the weekend Monday daylight Will leave the black robe meeting incomplete