In the white room
with black curtains
near the station
Blackroof country,
no gold pavements, tired starlings
Silver horses ran down moonbeams
in your dark eyes
Dawnlight smiles on
you leaving, my contentment
I’ll wait in this place
where the sun never shines
Wait in this place
where the shadows run from themselves
You said no strings
could secure you at the station
Platform ticket,
restless diesels,
goodbye windows
I walked into such a sad time at the station
As I walked out,
felt my own need just beginning
I’ll wait in the queue
when the trains come back
Lie with you
where the shadows run from themselves
At the party
she was kindness in the hard crowd
Consolation for the old wound now forgotten
Yellow tigers crouched in jungles
in her dark eyes
She’s just dressing,
goodbye windows, tired starlings
I’ll sleep in this place with the lonely crowd;
