In dark summer, I let a strange thing, happen to my sense of self
I flew out the open window, a specter high above the night
Now the dark wood trim that frames my days
Sleeps in the shadow

Of something I
I can’t find

I’m the cat in your darkened chamber, soft and low across the floor
To find you sleeping in the shadow, of the thing we can’t ignore
And that lullaby is the distant sigh
Of the thing that you can’t hide

In dark summer
From uncertain windows

You’re the sunlight on the ruins, of the days that we move through
To find my solemn statue at dusk, in the garden of you
And that siren song is a lonesome one
What was yours and what was

In dark summer, from uncertain windows?
In dark summer, from uncertain windows?
In dark summer, sleeping in shadows
Sleeping in the shadow