the sky is on fire
at sunset
(and you want to know
why i'm sitting
on the roof
the sky is on fire
and I only dream of you
and in Tibet
the monks write their prayers
on rice paper
and climb to a high mountain top
and fling their prayers
into the wind
where they will float
to heaven
and be answered
the clouds:
violet,
pale yellows,
and pink
and you want to know
what i'm doing
sitting up on the roof
so standing
I take the toilet paper
from my shirt pocket
and the wind knows
and skyward it goes)
the sky is on fire at sunset
and my quiet heart beats only for you