Frail hinges pivot On a case's door
Commemorative Souvenirs from places Containers change with occasion
Cellophane encased Displaying paper Certificate Credit years of
service A tool of central enterprises The early hope For permanence
The words the rings Consistency And Social security The miracles high
tragedy A thought mistaken for a memory Dress lengths assassinations
Fractured family ties and christenings Local posts will list your
friends In order of disappearance Lawn scattered tins feed birds The
portion baked For absent guests The mass edition icon God sent comfort
Your salvation But who grants absolution For sins that never were
committed Tension makes a tangle Of each thought becomes Inconvenience
Sound never penetrate sThe servile edges break and faint A thought
mistaken for a memory Clear the dust From smiles in boxes Pass the
patterned wall Recall their voices.
An August day in the hills of Spain, a pair of children emerged from a cave.
The strangest sight there alone they stood,
with skin of green and words no one had heard.
The girl was stronger, the boy was weak,
with her new mother she learned to speak.
And wove a tale of a dying sun, they had left darkness,
a dark world come undone.
They travelled so far. Believing they came from a star.
She fell through life, through time, through parallel lives.
The men of science, the men of fame, the men of letters tried to explain:
Was it parallel worlds or a twist of time to make her
think she'd fallen from the sky?
A whirlwind spun them all alone, took them from their twilight home.
Believing they came from a star.