In a

white

room

with

black

curtains

near

the

station

Black

roof

country,

no

gold

pavements,

tired

starlings,

Silver

horses

run

down

moonbeams

in

your

dark

eyes.

Dawnlight

smiles

on

your

leaving,

my

content-

ment.

I'll

wait in this

place

where

the sun

never

shines.

wait in this

place

where

the

shadows

run

from

themselves.

You said

no

strings

could

secure

you

at

the

station.

Platform

ticket,

restless

diesels,

goodbye

windows.

I walked into

such a

sad time

at

the

station.

As I

walked

out

felt

my

own need

just

begin-

ning.

I'll

wait

in the

queue

when the

trains

come

back

I'll wait for

you

where the

shadows

run from them-

selves

At the

party

she was kind-

ness

in the

hard crowd

Consolation

from the

old

wound

now

forgotten

Yellow

tigers

crouched in

jungles

in her dark

eyes

She's just

dressing

goodbye

windows,

tired starlings

I'll

sleep

in this

place

with the

lonely

crowd,

Lie

in the

dark

where the

shadows

run

from them-

selves