A simple Arundel night
(To Tabitha and Elisabeth)
Tonight
I wish to be nowhere else I wish
no sign
could help me
to understand where I am:
here at this table
talking to you stripping
your English tales
one by one
and looking
with admiration
at the compounding picture…
I wish no bell
could stop me
from drinking your voice
falling into your eyes narrow path
and slowly
follow this night till the end;
You don’t seem to notice
but the moon is full
mild the walking wind
warm my sense of wonder
to be so far
so in touch with everything, and so
my mouth stands still
not daring to break the pattern
this show is joining inside
tile by tile.
Tomorrow I will leave
all these stories behind
and I’ll be wandering again
a bit sad, indeed,
a bit more grateful
and I’ll have to find
another reason to consider
the night
my sister
and the borning day
my street;
tomorrow I’ll forget
some phrases
some good looking smiles
and I’ll have another
chair to sit onto
but,
well,
if a `thanks’ is not worth
the breath you use to say it
maybe some lines could be,
maybe some sleep moving thoughs
and some eye blinking in the morning
could help me
to keep your precence in my mind
some cheerful time more.
Untold evening tale
