The Cream
In a white room with black curtains near the station.
Blackroof country, no gold pavements, tired starlings.
Silver horses ran down moonbeams in your dark eyes.
Dawnlight smiles on your 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 windows.
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 room now forgotten.
Yellow tigers crouched in jungles in her dark eyes.
It's just blessing, goodbye windows, tired starlings.
I'll sleep in this place with the law only cry.
Lie in the dark where the shadows run from themselves.
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