I will be gone
before the morning comes

I'm going down
where I belong

I've got to fill the night
with the rest of my life

So don't hang around
or you'll be going too


You better stay away
get away from me

Or you'll wind up
in misery


I'm going down
I'm going down

Where I belong

I will be gone
before the morning comes

I'm going down
I'm going down

Before the morning comes

I'm going down
I'm going down


But if you find a way
to get another day

Then I will follow you

I'm going down
I'm going down

But if you find a way
to get another day

Then I will follow you


Before the morning comes
you better find a way

Before the morning comes
to get another day

Or I'll be gone

It's been said
that you can catch more flies
with honey
than with vinegar

But who wants flies?

He put the moon in my hand
     long before I knew
          the measure of its weight

          It felt like almost nothing
     as if floating
above the reach
          of my fingers
    

               It had no special features
          to reward my wandering eyes
     as they continued on elsewhere

And there seemed to be no reason
     to keep it in my grasp
          so I soon returned it
               into my father's hand

                
                       But afterward I felt it
                resting in my palm
          growing heavy and then fading
       in phases without sequence
or boundaries of time

Barely perceptible
     like shadows pulling forward
          it guides me still

               Leading me past emptiness
          lifting me past hope
     rising highest in the darkest hours

I see its face again

I am a rock
in the middle of
the Mojave desert

And you
are a figment
of my imagination

Though it takes more lifetimes
than have ever been
for starlight to cross the universe
and be embraced by your gazing eyes

It only takes an instant
at the pace of its own rhythm
for the heart of its heart
to find its way into your own

A thousand dancing cats
mewed in wild cacophony
with whiskers tangled
and bells that jangled
amidst and among
their tails and their paws

The wide-eyed dogs
could only leap
and bark at the chaos
in their noses and their ears
their empty jaws held dripping tongues

While flocks of birds
fell laughing from the sky

When the springtime
drank the winter snow

And brought back
the petals and the leaves

The fields were calling
for those waking

Or those chasing
what had disappeared


But when the blossoms fell
and the wells ran dry

And the sun’s roar
chased away the night

We left behind
when we were young

The schoolyards
and the bells


We were loose
upon the lakes

And fields we
made our own

It was our time
That was our time


Those summer days


And now the winter
is taking everything

That survived the fall
I feel it taking me away

But I hold on to summer days

That was our time
it was our time

I’ll be there once again

It was our time
that was our time

Running loose
upon the fields

Of summer days