just a sparkle in the sun.
i don't know why she cries.
it seems we're always on the run.
from the secrets in our lives.

a flutterance of joy.
costumed in a parade.
the light still shimmers,
through the window in a telephone booth.

I am making that important call,
i was told to make it.
now that time has come,
i'd rather just forget. (than forgive)

10 months and still no sign.
better off this way, is my lie.
yet i still create and destroy.
the tinkerings of man, not a boy.