wake up
now the morning has come
surrendered to something
The Day Begins
streets where love's lamps were broken
It is still night
softer and softer
violence and intrigue
that we can hide and avoid better and better
through the war or election
to buy their own future
to sell our pasts
standing outside the door
we paint in bright colours
we buy with money that anyone can sell
forgetting the past
to get love
and trying to decorate love
they are foolish
we are foolish, too
but smart and cruel
to start our own darkening sunlight
to start their own light day.
more urgent and
more precious
more joyful things will wait
with a sun in the eyes
with earphone in the ears
footsteps will enjoy the closeness of the downfall
waving to the train that take us there
in their dreams
of the house
where love is calling.