With your teaspoon fingers 

And your satellite eyes 

Companies of strangers 

When you mirror sunrise 

In riverside cafes where you sit so still and quiet

Among dim shadows of candles and violins

Who would think to find you all alone your face like the night

And who could ever dream to answer for your sins 

Strangest angel of a fallen place

With a question written on your face

My poems and these rhymes so versed 

Shall we bind them close as fate

Are we already too late