White Room

In the white room
With black curtains
Near the station

Black-roof country
No gold pavements
Tired starlings

Silver horses
Run down moonbeams
In your dark eyes

Dawn-light smiles
On you leaving
My contentment.

I'll wait in this place
Where the sun never shines
Wait in this place
Where the shadows run from themselves

You said no strings
Could secure you
At the station

Platform ticket
Restless diesels
Goodbye window

I walked into
Such a sad time
At the station

As I walked out
Felt my own need
Just beginning

I'll wait in the queue
When the trains come back
Lie with you
Where the shadows run from themselves

At the party
She was kindness
In the hard crowd

Consolation
For the old wound
Now forgotten

Yellow tigers
Crouched in jungles
In her dark eyes

She's just dressing
Goodbye windows
Tired starlings

I'll sleep in this place
With the lonely crowd
Lie in the dark
Where the shadows run from themselves