Clientele, The
From a Window
The sunset touched the house todayThe children laughed and called my nameUpon the path so overgrown with briarAnd mother says the summer's comeBut I'm too ill to playAnd so they ran away and I grew tiredI hear their voices echoingThough dying light upon the greenAs evening falls so vivid and so deepAnd mother takes me to the flowersBehind our garden wallsAnd I am ready now to sleepAnd I dreamt a ship had comeTo take me far away from hereAnd I could see the sea stretch though the darkBut I woke to midnightAnd the wind upon the treesWas calling to the beating of my heartThough canopies of lonely greyThe fingers of the ivy's frameHave touched this silence moving inAnd cold upon my fingertipsThe window's beads of rain have mixedWith tears that never quite begin
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