diamonds of silvery rain in the fountains and ten cent red roses from department store counters watching the moonlight reflect off the river beside where the trains cross the bridge and slow down trains with white letters and black iron sides and wild rushing water that all rolls away little miss someone does not want to stay everyone s moving with places to go and mister zero he sadly stands still as the water goes one way the train goes another mister zero stands still and miss someone don t bother the present moves out on the sunset s crescendo as seagulls of dawn set their wings to the air and fly without resting on outward bound breezes to die where horizons are melting the dusk the eyes of the summer are closing forever the earth takes a breath to prepare for the fall and little miss someone won t pay for the call the hand of the autumn undresses the trees mister zero says please help me up off my knees miss someone is speaking the world will believe her mister zero just nods and hangs up the receiver yesterday s kiss will be cold by tomorrow as campfires of midnight dissolve in the darkness the room is deserted the blinds have been drawn little miss someone has packed up and gone fast moving cars disappear down the highway with signs that say hitchhikers do not disturb mister zero looks quietly up from the curb morning has faded and shadows have grown little miss someone is on her way home mister zero stands watching her plane flies above and with frostbitten hands waves goodbye to his love walks through the park on a bright summer sunday and tapestry kittens that hung on the wall they all die in the air like a soft minor chord a vacancy sign a bulletin board mister zero is wrapping his jacket around him speaking kind words that should have been said long ago but little miss someone does not want to know the night is deserted there s dust on the shelf mister zero sits lonely and talks to himself but it s too late to change the fine line has been crossed the charades are all done mister zero has lost