1.

When the world is asleep except for me
And the sky an untouched coloring book page

And the coming days
Words too small to read

And the wind gusts are songs I forget
I’ve sung to you but your dreams 

Remind me, like branches by a window, then
In the bed of my soul two bodies stir.

When the world is asleep except for me
Peace and terror trade their limbs and fiercely wait

2.

Being dead, I’m a book no one has read.
My name neither stone nor bread.

What I remember cannot be changed.
Though a wreath of angels

Dance in circles round my head they ought
To know better. The past is taut,

The future loose and harrowing as a hive
Cracked open, that’s being alive.