White Room

In the white room,
With black curtains, 
Near the station...
Blackroof country, 
No gold pavements, 
Tired starlings...
Silver horses 
Run down moonbeams 
In your dark eyes...
Dawnlight smiles 
On your leaving 
My contentment...

"I wait 
In this place
Where the sun 
Never shines,
I wait 
In this place 
Where the shadows run 
From themselves".

You said no strings 
Could secure you 
At the station;
Platform ticket, 
Restless diesel, 
Goodbye windows;
I walked into 
Such a sad time 
At the station;
As I walked out 
Felt my own need 
Just beginning...

"I wait 
In the cue - 
Where 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 only 
Now forgotten;
Yellow tigers 
Crouched in jungles 
In your dark eyes;
She just dressing 
Goodbye windows, 
Tired starlings.

I sleep 
In this place 
With a lonely crowd,
Lie 
In the dark - 
Where the shadows run 
From themselves...