I don’t care anymore

you can say what you like

you’re old enough to know better

I know what I like

I like a little silence

I like a little space

between your voice

and your remembered face

you know the sky turns grey

when you think of yesterday

so bring me the sun I don’t mind

bring me the sun I don’t want to go blindly

there’s a hint of westcoast wnter

in a late september rain

falls like names and faces

we will never see again

I like a little silence

I like a little space

between the visions that have gone

and the ones that I still chase

you know the sky…

couples can live forever on brackish water

mutual affliction

bread that will not rise

they show me that’s not what I am after

I search the wings of southbound birds

in a new love’s eyes

there’s dust between the pages

that’s what all form becomes

grave spirits dance like fools

to the beat of rusty drums

I like a little silence

I like a little space

but between the sky and skin and stars

I hope I always stay amazed

you know the sky…

1990

silence spoken here