Dress me up in fire roses,
Shower me in blue perfume...

The sun forgets my name again,
I wake in gray, I stay in bed...

I had a dream of you again
You held my hand through places...

It is a bright day, but the faces are sullen.
The wind changes direction every so often...

The world hums outside my door,
Its voices brittle with hidden pain...

I hand to you my hunger,
And you breathe upon its life...

Have you ever considered
The infinite grains of sand...