Can I write you a verse?
Just a word in the course
For the song in the water
That you can't hear
And should I disappear
Recall that I was never here
Never, in fact, anywhere
And would find you in the snow
Among the canvases of cream
Where the moon plays her terrible strings and we glow
In the shadowed cavities of our eyes
And in our bones
Oh, to feel the numbness, of the cold
Would I find you in the fire
Burning thoughts for fuel
A living sacrifice to knowledge
And her, how cruel a jest
To skirt the thrust of the mind
For the burning of the flesh
And what is it? Oh, what is it? That I love
Did I create you from an old spring of want?
A generous font of dreams
Or so it seems
Until its dry
And we are left, you and I
In the dry grass
Under summer skies
Waiting for something
That was never born
To die
