And on cold starry nights a warm fire stirs within. . . There were people everywhere Climbing over fences, falling from the air Laughing without reason at the world below And letting time go. Clocks tick themselves out, fall silent, and stop Like time running down, running out, machineries halt Like a path running down through the woods to the river It stops on the bank and you freeze for a second. Now all the clowns have returned to their stations Tents go up, curtains draw, and the show goes on forever . Dew lies on the grass, still of a morning.
Warm sun paints the air with the perfume of flowers And insects speak in a language of their own.
By A day goes by when I cannot reach you. I listen to the music we have shared and have a drink we had together only four nights ago. To be with you again To see your face And touch your smile with mine. His right arm swings across and grabs his left side. He pulls it back and reveals a hole in his chest.