BLUE WINDOW

a boy wandered down wet streets
past blue lighted windows
into the darkness up ahead

and you're calling out to him
and he heard you crying
but hardly heard a word you said

and you start to chase this boy
along schoolyard fences
through the autumn parade

he's sure there's no dream to follow
no promises to try and keep
that he never really made

he draws a circle around your life
then a dark wind blows
now the story will unfold

you hear the mothers calling their children
the snow is falling
and the dinner's getting cold

and you're older
but you've not grown wise
and you still don't have a safe place to fit in

he points at the window
where the blue light falls on the shadows
where the stories begin

on your mark
get ready to run
get ready to hide
what you carried on

but he's right behind
and he'll find your feeling
that's come and gone
a part of you
come and gone
come and gone
and gone again
gone again

what would you expect you think
he'd just leave you here
staring off into the blue

then off he runs
leaving a wind
that scattered seeds
that never grew

and he's moving
so fast there's no time
and he'd never know
quite where to begin

just stare in blue windows
and make believe
he's standing in there
being all those things

that have come and gone
come and gone
come and gone . . .

words © 2000 Richard Isen