I have seen the days that are the nights,
So bare and dry and stealthy,
Grabbing at the times before
When the open closes up;
Glare of lonely
Eyes on afternoons watch out
Before I come to catch.
I follow the dark out of the corners
Asphalt black clouds
Extending away from the heart
Veins of smoke and
Poison powder drop
As the door slams and light runs away.
I wish I could run with light
Leaving lonely place and time,
Holding on to letting go
Visiting where the blue runs free
Seeing the world in
Its glorious days of clarity.
I know my job must be done
Though effortless it is not
The night is my waitress,
the shadows my kitchen, and
The chef I become.
In the dark of day with sun
Burning like fires in memory
I walk and talk and despair
I whisper into broken hearts
I break them twice in two
I chase away good dreams and
Let my own loose to pursue
Tired eyes not my own
shaken awake no more asleep
In minds of cornered shock.
I have seen the nights that are the days
So full and clear and free,
In which I wish I could join
And give what is not given
Glare of wondering
Easy breezes on afternoons
Where I will not catch.