2. Boys Do Not Come Home

Colors fade and the streetlights begin their glow,
but the boys do not come home.
And the watchful eye, impatient to close
will let us know… let us know… let us know…
how far this goes!

The moon speaks in shadows and curse, believe.
The boys do not come home!
They're learning lunar tongues. They've done no wrong.
So, leave them be… leave them be… leave them alone!
This comes just once!

Listen.
Listen to the street.
It speaks,
under tires and later years, it speaks.
Listen… it screams:
boys come home!

Streetlights dim as the colors begin to grow,
but the boys cannot be found!
As the years go by attentive eyes close,
and we'll never know… never know… why we let go…
Why did we let go?

The moments peaked in shadows and curses
when the boys did not come home.
Wandering souls purposefully lost,
but they were at home… right at home… right at home…
under night airs veil.