TWENTY THREE

On this night I sit
Looking at the bay;
Over the inlets
Of a tired sea
I find me
With the things that offer most,
And wonder if your life could see me now between the
Curtains of all this
Then would it arrive in time to take my sting out of
Its hide.

And by dawn the bridge
Carries me to you;
Over inlands,
And renewed grounds,
To where you sleep in your silk
With eyes wandering, and I
Wonder if I’m in there too.

Money talks more times
Than it cares to hear
Who is near
Or touched by it;
Wait it will pass,
But you seldom
Ask the creditors,
For you are happy in your wisdom now you say that
Life is long
Enjoying what you have and not withholding
Altruism,
But I’m too drawn to arrive today and stop it surging
On ahead.