A calf, not walking, a cow too,
Frozen in bronze, forever cold.
She played here, young once,
Her eyes, too old for her years,
Hidden by bangs, see and know
Things I do not know.
He spins, always balanced, knowing
Where he is and where he is going.
Tall and pale, this skeleton is
oddly warm, heart warmed.
He played here, riding the calf,
Forever behind her, forever behind.
Old lovers, new love, walk apart,
Old lovers, new love, enter in.
New lover, new love, greeting friends,
New lover, forever love, alone again.
The who she was, the who he was,
Have gone, in my mind, alone.
The who she is, the who he is,
Are here and gone, here and gone.
Wet is the night, and fertile is the
Dark of where I have been.