Fly

If I just wait here, will it be
Soon enough or too late for the stream
of memories to run from me?

The massacre, red spots in the snow
It's not my business

If I just wait here, will it be too late
Until I'm out in the cold streets
Lights bringing me to them as if I'm a weakened fly
Still warm somewhere lay my sheets
If I just wait here, will I get to the gate

The blessings, disguised in sweetened speeches
It's not my business

I'll wait here, until it is too late
This natural pastry landscape
It's only ice to my eyes
And now I realize what it has always meant
Warm inside, the bed still soft
My time all spent on the shades

I'll wait.