what drives us on?
what drives us on?
i left something of myself in you
fourscore, twenty, thirty
in your body and in your flesh
in your vault of skin
i was nothing for you
but the shadow of another love
that one day for you
would shift the skies
to pastures blue
streaked with pa**ing and loss
tortoise green in my eyes
from the moss of my past
you arise
and lightly then i saw you smile
with ivory throat and ivory eyes
at night i catch you before i sleep
and if i died before i wake
i prayed that you my heart might keep
i cannot hold your tunnelled eyes
near my heart any longer
all this love is nothing truly:
mist of moons' breath
grit of evening
the gra** was green (i now recall)
before my own particular fall
i saw we were both really
masks on nothing
(the moonlight sweeping over northern beaches)
all the trees stand stripped
just silhouttes of memories
at night i have started to dream of you:
your eyes are wide
and shot through with seablue