Cut The Cards

An eye closes
 Deep inside a flat against the wall
 The thought which doesn't go out;
 Ideas step by step go their way
 Death could happen
 What I hold within my arms could slip away
 I dream
 Dawn at birth dies out
 Annulled in a clatter of open shutters
 If nothing were going to come
 There a feel where we still could run
 Unlimited stars
 And your shadow where the avenue ends
 Vanishes
 We'll see nothing
 Of all that was passing
 We held onto nothing
 So many words rising
 The stories we never read
 Nothing
 Days in a rush for the exit
 At last the cavalcade is faded out
 Down there between the tables
 Where they played cards
 Where they played cards
 Down there between the tables
 Down there between the tables
 Where they played cards