Subaudition

A Golden Staircase Subaudition This morning he walks The silent ground Gazes upwards And sees nothing But can you blame him The child Watching the leaves That fall down Trying to make it all out Depressed winds Shrouded silence Forgive me my absence

Raindrops Subaudition Tiny tears in the window Into the skyline the steps go It is all here, a death in vain Emotions left nameless, coincided today Who decides the time and place Of all these incalculable days For this grey dead scene To wither, to

I try to reach you with my cold hands And build a bridge through the moving air And you just keep on brushing it aside Though you now realise The spring was but an empty promise The cold hands pushing me away To a stream that can't bear me And I neve