the phone it rings
silently, slowly.
a constant into emptiness

the answerphone it listens
slowly, silently
an emptiness being constant.

where are you?

the lights are out. the sun has set.
yet still i sit here craddling.
this cord leading to emptiness

the streets are quiet and their people.
yet within my craddle i sit
as emptiness wraps its cord around me.

are you there?

shadows move around me
the wind it plays my mind
will you haunt me in my dreams?

i close my eyes against the night
and through my mind still moves the wind
my dreams are surely haunted.

please tell me where you are.