Nightly Prowling

All this prowling
Those I meet nightly
And I,
We seem to float
Maybe it is only our spirits
That meet while our bodies
Stay in the land of light
Tensely asleep.
The air is forgiving
In starlight,
We all challenge
The night.

You all are displayed as who I was, who I am
And who I will be,
But at night I am flying Mercury
And I love to brush past you
You become a part of my dance
Of my intoxication
Of my trance
‘Cause wherever there will be light
There will be me.
‘Tis when concrete sounds of earth
Lights turn to luminescent oyster flesh
‘Tis when ghosts come before me
Speaking of loss and cruelty
Yet it is me at your unknown door
That assumes the guise of an entire city

Where art thou my love
You have no mercy
I seek you relentlessly
Once again the cold stones
Once again I work up a momentum
Of speed, I cannot stop
Skulking, prowling
You are an improbable forgiveness
And the promise of sleep
I have met insomnia
Does she pursue me
Into pursuing you?
And I know you are also an illusion
Of beauty of music
Yet illusions talk
The search is relentless
How can I sleep when I might
Meet you?
But I don’t see their faces
I am oblivious to all
And I think
Maybe
Even to you




Having crisscrossed our cities so many times
I gather all the lines and pull
As a drawstring purse
And there it is, a neat bundle
There may still be some loose ends
But the throbbing heart still feels dense in my hand
Balance has been firmly planted
Finite, completed, mapped in and out
Unwavering distances and particulars
Precisely noted rehearsed and used
Just in time.

25.10.2004 ?