Nightlights Ii

The shy and lonely hunter who stalks across my chest says “I’m only seeking glory,” yeah, but glory never gives you any rest: me to your body in an arm chair, wrest: me to the corner of your bed, rest: we in the place we share our tenderness, it’s there I’ll rest my head another night, lights at the end of the hallway will lead you to the back of the bar where cloudy headed, late for bed, you wonder where those fleeting families are: you, living somewhere on the west coast are: you, just a figment of my mind aren’t you the one who always told me “boy, it’s easier with time” to be the saddest sound in a lullaby speck of sand in your daddy’s eye broke my heart to so much as try to live the life that lay before me so you step tender when you don’t run so you surrender to everyone so you remember the place you’ve come to But don’t forget the world adores you, said “I am but my body: heart and shaking skin.” How ever will you find a safe place where (you never let anyone into the space where) you keep all your timid questions, like “can I kiss you one more time before I go?” though I know the world is full of hopeless suggestions it’s us who get caught in the undertow, don’t you know we were born on a moving train, we took form in the pouring rain, we try hard, but come short of explaining that lives are for living and hearts are for changing yeah. Forget, an instant, to stay the same! Not us nor mountains go as they came! All these things we’ll refuse to be framed in From what we’ve been given to what’s rearranging yeah.