Season's end

we slept with tired eyes,
after we turned off all the lights,
we watched the sun exstinguish,
and we laughed as daylight died,
and when the summer fell to fall,
and the leaves they came to freeze,
we never stirred from sleeping,
as we lay amongst the trees,
so when winter came to spring,
and those leaves broke from their case,
there was no movement between us,
and our faces never changed.
When the rain came, so did summer
and with summer came the search,
we'd been missing for a year,
two names carved in a birch,
and they found us there
still sleeping,
as the sirens rang and screamed,
and they tried to move our bodies,
but we'd been buried to our knees,
so they left us there
to lie alone
- they never came again,
and the papers never told the world,
that it was us who brought our end.
2007