The Guilty Ones

Something’s started crazy –
Sweet and unknown

Something you keep
In a box on the street –
Now it’s longing for a home

And who can say what dreams are?

Wake me in time to be lonely and sad

And who can say what we are?

This is the season for dreaming...

And now our bodies are the guilty ones
Who touch
And color the hours

Night won’t breathe
Oh how we
Fall into silence from the sky

And whisper some silver reply...