Passed

Climbing through my window pane 

The sky is dark with memory 

Fleeting into the wings of crows 

Scattered like black marbles 

No direction 

No which way to go - 

We painted a sign 

They couldn't read it could they 

I'm here calming the storm 

But the crowd is getting heavy 

As my eyes 

Waiting for something that has left 

What can she do 

Stethoscope engraved on your sleeves 

A sign only I can read 

A song only you could hear . 

But there's nothing