Sisters Paroles

Outside this dream her sister frequents
Like a cobweb catching fragments
She approaches like a vision
She says "Anna, do you hear me?"
But the picture's always shuttered
All the distant thoughts that flutter to her

I can see them all, I can hear them call
And as she falls I lean to say good-bye
Breathing all the wasted hours
Talking to the dying flowers
Dwarfed by spires and tangled towers
We don't ask the reason why

Anna comes and goes in shadows
Paintings of the open windows
Her photograph is always faded
Her sister's eyes are blank and shaded
Don't you understand her science All our fates are intermingled
We are plural, we are single
We are leaving for a meeting
And last seen the weather sleeting for her