Good Night

Good night
My sweet ones
Good night

Now it is time
To turn out the light

I will protect you
I'll not let you come
To any harm

The world is large
Larger than we know
My sweet ones

When you sleep
You will float

Through the canyons
Of this world

And pass into the blue beyond

So good night

When they tell you this and that

When they tell you about this and that
Don't buy into it at all

and in some way I do not know
This is related to why

right now
I cannot cry

that little dumpling said to me
"you again"

and then chose not to do it this time
so i'll have to work with her again

next time

don't buy in to building any castles by the shore
or ladders to the clouds

id rather do it with you tonight
but if we cannot

i'll be forced to do it with you

in another body
and on another world

at some other time

calling

now you are back in the hospital
and your mind is spinning out crystalline trails
vainly making sense of past nonsense

you, a black haired dream
may take my hand this summer

and i will be your strong armor

we will feel the cool sand

between our toes while we wait
for whomever summons us
when it is time to go

ambition (to ogmd)

under an entirely subtle
and painted sky

and before 7
the jets appear lazy
arcing in lines

rising

one by one to destinations
seeming not-to-distant
from eternity

and i

who used to run
the stadium in Hanover
for the inimitable pleasure
of sweet, sweet pain

am running the long, long steps
rising, then loosely
descending the grasses

to climb again

and so i climb again
and again
and the jets climb
again, and again

and that sweet, sweet pleasure
no one

can take from the travelers
from the pilots
from the sky
from the jets

or from me