In the Back of my Mind
Let’s go back to every moment —
Go back with me —
To every turn of phrase, every look
Every single little look —
List every minute with me,
Sit down, sit here — right next to me —
Just like old times — yes,
Just like that — right here —
Don’t you remember?
Remember when it felt like this?
Let’s fall into all our old opalescent
Reveries — the old, sweet pigments
Of our pleasure pictures —
Let’s just sit and just fall fall fall
Fall fall — into all of the
Tragedy-Beauty-Somethings —
Of everything we are,
And always were —
Oh, don’t you remember,
How it feels like this?
Won’t you remember —
With me?
Wilder
When overlooks by riversides —
Or drives past cliffs stoic
Under rollicking skies —
Dash — dash –dash —
On gravelly streets —
And hands swelling red
On rock, all in the course
Of a day —
When it’s all that, and still —
You end up on my mind —
In streams —
Wilder than any river —
More untameable, and natural,
And real —
It’s then I wonder at the colors
Of my own reality.
Would you like to know a Secret?
Would you like to know a secret,
Whoever you are?
Sometimes I still think
I hear Knocking
At my door.