At the Station

I have to go –

The air outside is getting cold and lonely;

I hear the call

Of somewhere ineffably remote; the doors of glass

Have closed

/

What you may have to say

No longer matters – I’ve unlearned to listen,

To speak, to touch, to love, to hope

To miss this that I never held but an illusion of,

Fragile and fleeting

/

The train

Is quickly gaining speed, like fire

Flying,

Flying,

Flying;

/

Snow flakes –

My tiny frozen dreams – are falling lower

Down,

Down,

Down

/

I will not see them

Settle on the barren winter ground; watch them

For me, while I am gone,

Gone,

Gone

The Singer

Sleep – I’ll sing you a lullaby,

Where I promise that I’ll be fine;

/

Close your eyes, my love,

Close your eyes;

/

Every word I sing is a lie,

And my tranquil voice is rehearsed…

/

Close your eyes, my love,

Close your eyes

/

For I can’t hide the pain

With which I am engrossed;

/

Go to sleep, my love,

Go to sleep;

/

That you trust me

Is good and right;

/

‘Go to sleep, my love

Go to sleep,’

/

I will whisper before

Stepping out of the light;

/

Although my heart may scream: “wake up!

Somehow make it so that I stay,”

/

I will not interrupt your dream –

Like a nightmare I’ll fade away;

/

One more time I’ll look at your face

And wonder how it can be so calm;

/

Were you certain I would remain

By your side every night, always?

/

Were you merely under the spell

Of my voice and my magical tales?

/

Or was it simply that you did not

Ever love me the way that I hoped?

/

You’ve never opened your eyes to me;

Perhaps, when it’s too late, you will –

/

When the sun threads its first rays through

The air, filled with my prayers for you;

/

You will think me disloyal and unfair,

As you picture me singing to another somewhere,

/

And the picture you paint

Will help you to forget the truth:

/

That I sang you my swan song,

And you slept – slept all through