It will send me over to another night

It will send me over to another night,
this morning when it’s over
Anyone can die without anything said
about this hour
You’re in my head as I touch
this orange window pane,

And the hills—
they wash their faces with the memory
of your hair

It will send me over to another night,
this morning when it’s over
How will I hear my own complaint
when I bend to worship another passing night

There is no way knowing how this kneeling
outgrows our transitory heart-based concepts,
love including

It will send me over to another night,
this morning when it’s over
I cannot tell beyond this window pane
how I will meet you if we meet again
You may yet hum your own tones and the words
may be forever wordless in my ears

This morning when it’s over
will send me over many times into
a blacksmith’s workshop to hammer out the years…


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