gather me up some stars
sprinkled from your eyes
beckon forth the little sighs
should all roads disappear but one
then leave while i am sleeping
these hours watching from windows
play music without autumn
the scripting of light
moves ever so slight
wherever i sit today
hands go thru glass
and dreams thru you
whatever passes as chances
also passes for truth
may i tumble
may i call
may i find you at all
