Four A.M. is just for me.
A brand new chill, though not so deep.
And we can talk until it’s light
And we can feel it still, tonight.

A kiss of gravel on my knees.
Summers die on nights like these.
A little moisture in the grass.
A little life, it will not last.

A touch of rigor in the breeze.
Makes a claim on mortal trees.
And chorus crickets sing their song.
I feel it now, it won’t be long.

And when the snow melts on my skin.
Or when my bones warm up again.
I'll be here and you'll be gone.
I'll be darkest, you'll be dawn.

Everybody is dying in Haiti.
The girl has just come by.
I have not slept. In fact,
I’ve done some drinking.
She comes and asks me how
I am. I am okay I tell her.
She has a boyfriend now,
After she leaves, she tells me
this,
It’s not the first time she kept that close until sometime else.

We were talking for a while.
I wonder just when the earth
Decided to quake
Decided to ****,
To shake, to tremble, to rock
And somewhere I’m sure
We were being selfish,
And I was wanting her,
And she was telling me not to,
and not to
Look so close in her eyes, she knows well how I can see it all.

And somewhere still there
Was a little boy dying,
He will never kiss a girl,
Never wonder why eyes are
the color of skies: and dirt
and grass blades, I don’t know,
At least I get to venture
a Guess,
I bet it’s the same reason
I love the girl, I carry a torch, maybe it’s just for now, I hope so.