In a white room
With black
curtains
Near the stations
Blackroof
country
No gold pavements
Tired
starlings
Silver horses
Ran down
moonbeams
In your dark eyes
Dawn-light smiled
On you leaving
My contentment
I'll wait in this
place
Where the sun never shines
Wait
in this place
Were the shadows run from
themselves
You said no things
Could secure you
At the station
Platform tickets
Restless diesels
Goodbye windows
In 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 wounds
Now forgotten
Yellow
tigers
Crouched in jungles
In het
dark eyes
She's just dressing
Goodbye
windows
Tired starlings
I'll
sleep in this place
With the lonely
crowd
Life in the dark
Where the
shadows run from themselves
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