FallSomething fell. How could a sound so loud have been a dream? Yet how could a sound so loud have left a silence thick as this?There is so little sound you might be deaf.You say, "hello," softly, to the dark.You hear your voice clearly through the air.The lighted clock says four A.M. Did something fall? It could have been a dream.It may have been the picture in the hall.Why did you hang it with a single nail?Or was it something not so near as that,whose size and mass you cannot say?Was it here in the city, a block away,a mile? There would be sirens, surely.Or was it something both near and far -did a world slip dow
ValentineI know the ancient words and I speak the newest talk -my pantry's full of pie and my front door has a lock.You can be my fiddle and I can be your bow -I can play the high notes so soft and sweet and slow.I know you need a quiet place where you can mend your dreams -my daddy was a tailor, I can sew those ragged seams.I've heard that there are angels who are jealous when we kiss -they look at us and think about all the things they miss.There is something to be said for not rocking any boat -but if you rock with me I know we can stay afloat.I asked the higher powers if our love would be okay -they said love is always risky but do it anyway.I used to know just what to do, I had a master plan -the only thing I know now is I want to be your man.This is no brief love affair and this is no mistake -this love is mine to give and my heart is yours to take.
Then and nowElevators may stop between floors -Shout aloud for help until the doorsCan be pulled open by the friend who hears.A voice and friends is what we need and all we have.Peace may come, may end certain wars.Elevators will still stop between floors.