The Grammar of Night Ceaselessly Deferred

What is it then

When we see evening

Assume this abominable nonchalance

This glacial indifference?

A ridiculous number of stars

Manages to speak at last

Imagine that!

When we’re together

We have the look of a constellation

Through a glass of water

Sunken suns never meant for us

We have the drowned sound of starry guitars

Imagine time among frozen planets

Their forms constantly more pure

More silent more and more their own bodies

The moon’s a nasty little egg

And needs to stop making poets and things cry

When will you give way

To the questions of my heart?

Imagine tiny metaphysical disturbances

Cosmic plinking so small we just might

Come face to face with ourselves tonight

So what if our love was born

Beneath the indolent gaze of the Pleiades

So what if we live

Briefly and with such delirium

Let’s forego the happy uselessness of day

Let’s join up with the courage of a few dark things

We’ll be feckless Buddhas imperturbably

Astraddle interstellar tempests

Listen! can you hear it?

Night rubs night 

Air trembles

Last year’s leaves 

So tired of being leaves

Finally fall