You are what they call the human season,
You are all the alphabet in one,
You are every colour of confusion,
You are all the silence I've become.
Love me for
Stupid reasons,
I like those most.
Wide-eyed, but
Worth believing,
God knows.
Damn the angry voice that keeps us quiet,
The editor whose work is never done,
Keeping pretty words between my teeth and
Sweet confessions underneath my tongue.
Drowsy contemplation,
Do I let you in?
This is my invitation,
But how do I begin?
She has such an awful lot of soldiers,
Quite a lovely army all her own,
Night and day they stand before the fortress,
Very safe but very all alone...
