here it lies in the city streets
where candles lit atop their posts
sit with the vultures in the sky
it’s what i fear and need the most
what can you say to when they ask
when the strangers cast their glance
and mothers quiet walk away
and even gypsies stop their dance
‘where will you go when we have gone
when all you are a hollow stone
that holds a promise deep within
a promise held and kept alone’
it’s not the silence that i fear
not dark nor any shade of night
but all that you have left me with
an empty bed in the morning light
then to the gypsies who don’t dance
and to the mothers far away
and to the strangers with their glance
their withers here a lonely day
now here i sit on concrete stoops
while moons and suns are circling round
alone i sit with all that’s left
the dawn is breaking from the ground
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