was a window open?
is a storm in the house?
let be, let be.
are there hands on the window?
let be, let be.
they're only branches lifting themselves
against the immensity
are there dreams beneath the bed?
let be, let be.
they're only airplanes made of glass and gold
moving like bees
they've forgotten how to speak after thousands of years
of sleeping in the earth
let be, let be.
was a window open?
is a storm in the house?
let be, let be.