Walk across the garden. In the footsteps of my shadow. See the lights out. No one's home. In amongst the statues. Stare at nothing in. The garden moves.
I kneel and wait in silence. As one by one the people slip away. Into the night. The quiet and empty bodies. Kiss the ground before they pray. Kiss the ground.
Creatures kissing in the rain. Shapeless in the dark again. In the hanging garden please don't speak. In the hanging garden no one sleeps. . In the hanging garden.
Two pale figures ache in silence. Timeless in the quiet ground. Side by side in age and sadness. . I watched and acted wordlessly. As piece by piece you performed your story.
Sharp and open. Leave me alone. And sleeping less every night. As the days become heavier and weighted. Waiting in the cold light. A noise a scream tears my clothes as the figurines tighten.
She stands twelve feet above the flood. She stares alone across the water. The loneliness grows and slowly. Fills her frozen body sliding downwards. .