Susan

Hirsh

No more the flute-sound air speaks love songs
No more alone and in my head
No more your child's sweet voice speaks softly
Softly, softly, in my ear
Nothing's true, it doesn't matter
The love you see not yours to judge
Too late now, your fears surround you
Spinning seasons around you
Susan, inside you say the words and I'll go
Gone away, and still we're lonely
Nothing's changed, two lives to live
Love is cold when dreams are old
In a dream what you see
Images that used to be