Listen to the rain on this mountain town

Listen to the night bird's lonesome cry

listen to the scratch of pen on paper

That's the sound of sleep denied.



Hear the sleepers toss and turn

Dreaming whatever they're dreaming of

The wind that's clearing the heat from the air

Can't clear my heart of these pangs of love.



Pangs of love

That's the price you pay

When you give your love

But don't give all the way

Pangs of love

Won't let me go --

I came so far around the world

To hear the night say

I told you so.



(Pakhara, April 9, 1987