In the white room

with black curtains

near the station

Black roof country

No gold pavements

Tired starlings

Silver horses

ran down

moonbeams

in your dark eyes

Dawn light smiled

on you leaving

my contentment

I'll wait

in this place

Where the sun

never shines

Wait in this place

where the shadows

run from themselves

You said no strings

could secure you

at the station

Platform ticket

Restless diesels

Goodbye windows

I walked into

such a sad time

at the station

As I walked out

Felt my own need

just beginning

I'll wait

in the queue

When 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 old wounds

now forgotten

Yellow tigers

crouched in jungles

in her dark eyes

She's just dressing

goodbye windows

Tired starlings

I'll sleep

in this place

With the

lonely crowd

Lie in the dark

Where the shadows

run from themselves