He scoops sands in baskets

then balancing neatly on the shoulder
carries to where needed
through bone breaking hours.

Upon his footprints is there a name
or a home
where he goes back for the night
lands featherlight kiss on a woman
awakes her sleepy bones with her hands
forgetting his days sinking in the sands.

every bit of kindness will
          find you again.

If you want this night to be good,
Just say it:
- Good night.

All the points of no return
Are telling me
That I'm gone.

I have only one pain -
Wrong place, wrong time,
The right thing to do,
And don't complain.

I snap my fingers in a crowded room
Call out quietly to the one of you
And wait patiently for fate to turn
For the clock chimes to unwind
And ruminate aloud

Will your song give me a chance to hear
My words to speak