been a long day

from a blistered dream into a blue sky alone

high-noon cicadas

buzzed about my baby and how I’m on my own

I set her adrift

she got the strong oars I got trajectory of the sinking stone

and the mud is thick

no one gonna haul me up and warm these bones

some of them have new men

some of them are born again

with the dark and the autumn coming on

one thing’s sure: none of them are coming back again

been a long day

asking the earth not to be so greedy

leaves will fade

after all my carelessness could someone still need me

I’ve wasted time

more time than many even get to spend

all along the line

I plant white lilies and ask when the losses will end

some of them…

been a long day

it’s a little later so I feel a lot more like myself now

half-moon is pale

even the stars are settled behind the cloud

and a little jazz 

papers the walls of the rooms downstairs

and a little breeze

says there’s room for me in the wind out there

some of them have new men

some of them need to be born again

with the dark…

Points of Light