Lonely Night
A psalm of Arike
- In this lonely night
- When I should be feeling the rain
- Dripping down my ribcage and
- The fallen leaves sticking
- To the roof of my mouth and
- The mud-caked boots fouling
- The thought-trains of my brain
- In this lonely night
- When I should be drooping
- My eyelids over the bags underneath
- When I should be laying
- Tired limbs over a rumpled sheet
- When I should be crossing
- The last thing off my to-do list
- Instead I live in the stories
- Of my mind played out in words
- Of others played out in images
- Of the world played out in senses
- Of you in the songs that my mind
- Plays
- To the beat that is the ribcage rain
- And the swish of fallen leaves dancing
- Mud-caked boots painting faces
- In this lonely night
- In this lonely night
- When I am but alone with
- The thought of you singing
- Singeing the edges of paper hearts
- Until they curl up and float above
- The firebush that burns without consuming
- In this lonely night
- I am waiting for you