Caves

Our hearts in caves
Like hands in gloves

Nothing will touch
Or be touched

Like hands on drums
Or eyes in dark

Our hearts beat in
Caves and moments

Yet still, they're stars
Or holes in cloth

Our hearts are hidden by
Not lost

Our souls in caves
Like air in lungs

They come and go
Knowing it all

We walk our streets
The world (?) our street

Empty then full
The moon and sky

No nails could hold
The whipping wind

So our souls don't
Join in our sins