Winter sneaking
- Paul Wong
- Louis Brown/Daily
And closing me in
Hidden and protected
No accumulation
I thought you knew
Alone at night
Fan rolling, caked with ashen air
The smell of a lit match
Chemicals and wood
Rushing upwards past my face
Refrigerator vibrating cool cool cold
There are birds in the trees
Alone at night
Knowing that you”re safe, that I still have friends,
That everything is good miles away,
It”s my kind of asceticism:
Chosen
Candlelight warm tonight
Outside flakes and frost on glass
No accumulation
Scenes of us slow dancing
More real than memory
Don”t vanish yet
Stay with me
Sing Ray Charles” “You Don”t Know Me”
Between smiles and tears
I thought you knew
For the first time, like so many
Other times, a confession to myself:
I need to be alone
I don”t expect you to understand
I need to be selfish sometimes
Though I”m sorry, so sorry
There are birds in the trees
My tracks are in the forest
I thought you knew
These sounds of loneliness
Interrupted by my thoughts
Fill the room and translate
Into languages you haven”t yet learned
I”m here, I will, I”m trying
No accumulation