one more night
could not put these wrongs to right
could not change a tide
fixed on the same compass point
it has always flown to
and from this heart of channels
the power in my hands can spin so far
and then it becomes nothing
more than words in the wind

rising in my head close behind my eyes
is the illumination of a late summer evening
not so very long ago but still a lifetime
your hands a new fire rising in my skin
eyes cutting a thick blue swath across my soul
and the warning making its way from lungs to lips
covered by your kisses and swept away
I told you I would not be able to stay.

25.02.07