I tried so hard to be her day
But the night has already taken me away
Shredding dreams under the maple tree
Where I carved your name
Nothing left, Not even time
Straight reads the line
His life had reached the end
Waiting only to be loved by Adrienne
Letters explained his grief
But she would never read
His wrists would bleed
But she would never see
So he took his life at the age of 23
And she had always loved him
But he would never know
For she covered her love
Like stars cover the sky
Hiding her heart
Fearing what he would find inside
Years took her away
A widow she remained
Holding him deep inside
Wishing she too would die
Time favors no one and if we wait
We too can fall in love
A second too lateAll calculations set to one side;
The inevitable Descent from Heaven,
A visitation of memories and a seance of rhythms
Invades my house, my head,
And the world to mind.
A horse leaps forward on suburban turf,
Past planted fields and streches of woods
Misty with carbonic plague.
A wretched theatrical woman, somewhere in the world,
Sighs after an improbable indulgence.
Desperadoes lie dreaming of storm, and of wounds and debauch.
Along small streams the little children sit,
Stifling their curses.
Let us turn once more to our studies,
To the noise of insatiable movement
That forms and ferments in the masses.