One day I’ll hold you
Warm and close like my 21st
Summer, that quiet foreign
Night, gazing up at the minaret
I’ll smoke, find communion with all I can
Hear but not see, and I close my lies,
Fireworks decorating my inner galaxy;
Outside is cold and loveless
And inside isn’t always any better, but
I’ll find you there, you’ll wear my sweater,
Listen, I will see you soon, but first I go
To the desert of this dying moon, learn all
The lessons I have to learn:
Memories are worlds and I’ve seen plenty
As they colour the girls and the faces as
They bent me and remind me to hold on,
Cry into my shoulder, we nurse our hearts
Crying growing older,
Cry.