Down the ravine behind the empty house
the young man sits against the wall of old books.
His future lies like the fresh snowfall
in that secret place where he first fell in love.
From the estate up above
the bell tolls
twelve.
He hears the mice dance, he hears the eagles snore
as the coyotes sing their freedom songs.
The orchestra plays throughout the night
and her call for him never comes.
He steps from the wall with a broken sob
that brings despair to the animal band
He holds his bags and slides back to the night
like a ghost in a foreign land.
In the estate up above the girl starts at his sound,
pulls close to her husband,
falls back asleep.
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