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 queit

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