A Cage To Hold My Dreams
Lonliness, On a Clumsy Night
I am not far, Camilla
Just a short dawdle away and it is my hope
That sometime during this clumsy night
You will think of me and feel something.
I am undone by you, and startled.
There is nothing about you which should
light my eye or catch my breath
You are quiet, nervous and unremarkable
You would fit in the pocket pf a large suit
Yet you fascinate me.
I could listen to you all afternoon
Your voice could hungrily eat my face
And I would hear only the sea crashing
Onto the rocks and the squawk of gulls
For me, the night has not once worked
a single miracle, nor composed a song which
I could sing melodiously.
And this one is no different.
I am here and you are there.
Not far away but distant enough to not hear
the sound of you breathing
or the rustle of the sheets as you turn over
I've been lonely more times than excuses
fall from the lips of criminals.
I'm lonely now but you don't know it.
You turn off the bedroom light and I am never
among the thoughts you sleep with.
Tonight, while a lazy moon rests on its elbows,
and darkness threatens like a monster,
I'd go home if there was anything to go home for.
The cafe owner serves me one last cup of sludge
And throws me out. Its time he closed.
I pause and stare at your bedroom window.
The light is out.
Across the street, a man behind their curtains
Says to his wife, "There's that peeping tom again."
