Serenading

will you come?
and what will I say?
"oh...I have been so distant...
and unhappy"
(likeIi
could disappear).

when I was a boy, I saw things
that no one else could see.
so why am I so blind at 22,
to the hope
that is all around me
filling up this room.

on the road.
on my own.
waiting for the words to fall from your tongue,
into my ears.

when I was a boy,
I could hear
symphonies in seashells.
so why am I so deaf at 22,
to the sound
of the driving snow
that drives me home
to you.