Sarah, stay.

Sarah sighs,
she doesn't know
which way to go
she's broke-down cold

She'd like to know
whose hand to hold
which game to fold
It all gets old

A sparrow sings
clutched to a tree
like death gone down
on bended knee

Black cat cries
from down below,
"Babe, please don't go."
He's cold.
She knows.

Sarah bows
and courtseys to
the Ones who know
the things she'll do


She takes her cues
from words of blue
which damn her heart
like thorns in shoes

She drinks the sky
lone snow-white clouds
and birds of gray
They calm her down.

She tips her toes
the tightrope floats
above the night
below the cold

3 long minutes
in the sun
Then Sarah smiles
she's come undone

Black cat whispers,
"Sarah, stay."

But just like that...
She runs away.