Yes

Lord, the night is cold beneath these stars--
ice chills from the black earth creep,
seep up these legs of mine and
No, no no we step back and away
for the sake of a promise.
Now wending the path, and
quietly now, the trees stand still,
blank not-eyes staring hard inside,
knowing every hope, every chest’s
thump thump as No, no no we rise up and away,
crunching gravel, passing time,
kicking the odd snake root in the moon- and
starlight twinkling. And Mama’s right--
its the eyes you’ve gotta watch for,
those starry eyes glinting in the black night
speaking Yes, yes like the night-birds singing
Yes, yes yes as ever so gently,
I feel a cold hand touch mine.