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;
Lie in the
dark where the shadows run from themselves.
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