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.