dusk is a ghost
night turning to day
i am crazed
i am jaded
i’ve been fading away
night turning to day
i am crazed
i am jaded
i’ve been fading away
the moon is so low
it falls from the sky
Gibraltar represses
she turns and she sighs
barefoot in grass
only dew to caress
the liliacs are quiet
to the clouds i confess:
“teach me to read this illterate night
teach me tounges of amore
in the blinding light
write me the lyrics
in the caravan clouds
circadean rhythm
of the maddening crowds“
I am a victim of circumstance
of flower strewn prose
and the poets will dance
in the name of the rose
the world is archaic
shawllow and deep
the blackbirds are sad
and lover’s will weep
for dusk is a ghost
the night circles away
i am the undertow
the sparkle jet spray
but I am too tired to pray