Saturday 24 December 2011

Having a Coke With You


is even more fun than going to San Sebastian, IrĂșn, Hendaye, Biarritz, Bayonne
or being sick to my stomach on the Travesera de Gracia in Barcelona

partly because in your orange shirt you look like a better happier St. Sebastian
partly because of my love for you, partly because of your love for yoghurt
partly because of the fluorescent orange tulips around the birches
partly because of the secrecy our smiles take on before people and statuary

it is hard to believe when I’m with you that there can be anything as still
as solemn as unpleasantly definitive as statuary when right in front of it
in the warm New York 4 o’clock light we are drifting back and forth
between each other like a tree breathing through its spectacles

and the portrait show seems to have no faces in it at all, just paint
you suddenly wonder why in the world anyone ever did them

I look at you and I would rather look at you than all the portraits in the world

Saturday 3 December 2011

Back to Heaven's Light

Once in a dream, I saw you telling me
That you’ve traveled in the dark
Just to find that little spot
How you’d settle for a light
In the vastness of the night
Then I saw some tears were coming from your eyes
As you said you’d found your paradise
And I began to ask you: Why you have to cry?

And now, it’s so dreamlike I hear you telling me
It’s been such a perfect grace; it’s been such a perfect place
To be in my heart at last, and have angels singing you a song
And it’s time for me to say goodbye to those eyes
To let you go so sleeplike and hear your whisper:
Why we have to cry?

It’s a journey, you say, an illusion of a journey
Now you can’t see where it ends and where it starts
It’s our life and our love that you wish to have,
Where you wish to be

In this tiny spark of memory, mortality
What’s left for me to do is to welcome you home
Back to my heart, back to heaven’s light
Back to my heart, and we’re never apart

It’s a journey, you say, an illusion of a journey
Now you can’t see where it ends and where it starts
What’s left for me to do is to welcome you home
Back to my heart, back to heaven’s light
Back to my heart, and we’re never apart