Saturday, September 1, 2007

For Survival

August 31, 2007

Work of an evening. I went out to the Point, and did some longing.

I’ll sit in the space the waves should fill in
And stare out to the edge of the sky,
Such a straight line it hurts your eyes.
I’m sure I could see it in your eyes
If you’d just open them.

But Mercy, I’ve never been easy to see
Even in neon and silver and song
I could turn into gold and escape into dawn.
I never will see you by dawn,
And you’ll never believe me.

I’ve been filling myself with the shades of the sea:
Blue-gray and carbon and aquamarine,
Bleeding breakwalls and barnacles into my dreams.
You always have haunted my dreams,
Even when uninvited.

I sing sad sweet songs for survival.