I can hear you from the room far beyond
The setting silence and the dancing dawn.
Just little tunes for me to hear and sway
To for this never-ending day
To walk a long, long ways
And try to be ever so kind
Around my mind.
(I laid down and had a thought today.
She I heard you hear him say.
Replayed it in the head again,
Skull shook with a tremor-
Are these memories dead?)
They hum to the hushed
Conversation taking place
At the train station.
Sitting in a chair with
Frosty air coming through
On the second phone line.
I play it up and
Down and round
To whiff your words
And find what I want this
Time.
On the ground real
Low,
I hear them sing
And flow in your lilted tones,
That song within
The words you whisper that
I’m in not in.