over the slow slide of continents

over the salt pans pipelines masts and pavilions

shimmering crescent moon recedes into working dawn --

lone crow against pallid sky

single plume of white smoke on yellow speckled plain

yellowing leaves sparkle in cold breeze --

wave patterns among wave patterns

particles disperse and rejoin

dissolve and reform like the lining of a womb

still

the cold of your absence blows from

the silent tv the parking lot

the balcony with clothes waving good-bye/hello



in the rising day

you keep fading away

don't i know that you're always around

i can reach you if i try

Lily of the Midnight Sky



solders of sunrise -- shooting into a forest of flowers

slow motion

petals float into pink crimson white

grow wings

flutter into mountainous distance

flutter like a stadium full of applauding hands

i raise a fist to the marauding sun that has hidden you away

i'm the rag in a bottle of gasoline

longing to ignite

ich will alles

all of you -- shining on the panther skin of night

mirrored in a black lake in a night that glistens like blood on gold



nobody else could be you

if only i could see you

i should be able to touch you somehow

i can reach you if i try

Lily of the Midnight Sky



while you look from on high

spare a smile as i

put on my dog mask and howl for you

i can reach you if i try

Lily of the Midnight Sky



(BOULDER, 11/11/84)