The brick jail doors

that closed behind are cracking

The school boy told the woman in the street

Last night

I heard the bells of summer rapping

The word vows of a mother incomplete



The emptiness of summer must begin it

The nagging of the mother of the wild

Convinced me that I had no way to win it

She took it from my hand and then she smiled



The coldness

of the closeness of the moonbeam

The walking in the dawn to greet the night

The water and the flower is a bad dream

The stocking drawn reveals the end of sight



It's over 'cause it's older than the midnight

The school boy told the woman on the street

The joining of the weekend - Monday daylight

Will leave the black rose meeting incomplete.