Innocence

When the hour’s bell struck
We moved ourselves
Linked by a secret thread
To the same window ledge
Our light touches
Pretending carelessness
Crossing shy gazes
Our turns to the opposite ends
How many vague questions
How many silly cares
How many ingenuous hopes
Had taken home in our innocent hearts
When the hour’s bell struck
Of what we would become
Its clear consciousness
Often I feared often you asked
Often you feared often I asked
Often we feared often we asked