A time in spring
I heard you singing
of dreams and things
and of leaves and trees,
sunshine from the window
they pierced like bullets
as I opened my eyes
are we different?
The move you made
a slow gesture of words
they spoke and tease me
with every wave of your hands
round and round you go
round and round I know
I'm stuck in here
I can't go out
I'll look at you one more time..
I'm home..