Child In a Chair

Child in a chair, Sunday night

Listens in the kitchen’s yellow light

Child in a chair, small and still

Elbow on the window’s dusty sill

Cheek on a window cool as glass

Waiting for the painted night to pass

Child in a chair, Sunday night

Listens in the kitchen’s yellow light

Faint and faded stars arrive

Moving like a movie on the sky

Child never dreams of what might have been

Believes the evening is meant for him

I was a child on a Sunday night

Hearing the wind, talking to the land

And letting the time slip through my hands