Lovers scatered on the floor Stolen time Stolen horse
Ride around the fragrant room Flower in bloom
VIOLET
Like a sigh to my naked eye But my eyes are not shy I want to see you
VIOLET
She comes softly like a breeze Like a ghost Falling leaves Like the silence after violence In the last light of day
Violet plays Violet plays
Through the window Past the steering wheel Beneath the knees As the faithful kneel Riding inter-cities on the train At the edge Of usual grey Between the lines of poetry In all the places spirits are seen