Monday, February 09, 2004
Night
I want to prowl the night like an energetic ghost -
Want to plumb the facts out of the past
to hug the night like
Night hugs the desert
As if it could last -
When the Day holds sway
I want to know
I did not waste
in the hours before
I'll be
the Night blooming jasmine
I'll be
the Cactus at dawn
In the Heat I'll be
Sand or sweat
salt or sunburn
not gone.not lost.
not diminished
Day does not take a history
Light does not sour me, nor erase
energy the Night
insists upon lending me.
Who am i, what am i
A picture's worth
moon phases |
I stand on the sand, and I'm rocking
grief to sleep in my arms.
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