To Night,

To Freshest Night,
Forthcoming I know,
I wait for you, tender lover,
To be wrapped in ghostly smoke
When the fringe taste of liquor
Can be sensed in the still air
And the trees weep moisture
So every breath feels clean.
I will kiss you then
With each footstep released
Like an echo crystal,
The sound of the stars.
The moon will be so close
Like in 1969
When man walked, as I walk
In synch with the Virgin Spring,
The frail line between experience
And the myth of tomorrow's words.
I will hold you there,
Where breasts are ever fading
And love must be made quick
Or the moment will be lost
Forever in regret.
I will take you night,
Whatever you bring.

07/09