Tuesday, March 1, 2016


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