Anna sits beside her researchnSilence in the dappled moonlightnSleeping cat and dying firenEmbers of the past conspirennAll her books are closed and scattered nAnd she feels that nothing matters to hernOutside this dream her sister frequentsnLike a cobweb catching fragmentsnnShe approaches like a visionnShe says Anna, do you hear me?nBut the picture's always shutterednAll the distant thoughts that flutter to hernnI can see them all, I can hear them callnAnd as she falls I lean to say goodbyenBreathing all the wasted hoursnTalking to the dying flowersnnDwarfed by spires and tangled towersnWe don't ask the reason whynAnna comes and goes in shadowsnPaintings of the open windowsnnHer photograph is always fadednHer sister's eyes are blank and shadednDon't you understand her sciencenMerging in a strange alliance to hernnWe're together in the futurenYou and I and her togethernAll our fated are interminglednWe are plural, we are singlennWe are leaving for a meetingnAnd last seen the weather sleeting for her