(Verlaine)

my sweetheart wrote me this little poem

about rocks and gemstones and things and I'd

like to share it with you now.

'jim said it's trouble deep

it's nothing new to him

he said he follows up those dreams

they're chapters in a book

he said now listen I shall read

"One time at sundown, I looked upon the rocks

knowing I'm going back to pick up what I dropped

so long ago. It's not a price I have to pay.

It's not some kind of dance away." jim told me:

Over and over as I walk home from work

that's when the sweet things come to life

Watchin the planes come down,

thinking of paradise... jim told me

"One time at sundown...

... I only mention it to say

that love is a savage thing... must have its way

... my room's a window, a window like the wind.

It's hard to explain these things."

(jim's feeling far removed from words like

these.) I listen close... he said

"...must have it's way over and over and over"

One time at sundown, one time at sundown.'