In the white room

with black curtains

In the station

Black roof country

no gold pavements

Tired starlings

Silver horses

run down moonbeams

In your dark eyes

Dawn light smiles

on you leaving

my contentment

I'll wait in this place

where the sun

never shines

Wait in this place

when the shadows

run from themselves

You said no strings

could secure you

At the station

Bad from ticket

restless diesels

goodbye windows

I walked into

such a sadtime

at the station

As I walked out

felt my own need

just beginning

I'll wait in the cue

when the trains

come back

I with you

where the shadows

run from themselves

At the party

she was kindness

in the hard crowd

Consolation

for the old wound

now forgotten

Yellow tigers

crouched in jungles

in the dark eyes

He's just dressing

goodbye windows

tired starling

I'll sleep in this place

with the lonely crowd

Hide in the dark

where the shadows

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