Self Portrait In a Different Voice

Too soon the darkly night shone down And cast like diamonds on the sea. When all around the world stretched out As far from you to me. Do not suppose in dandy clothes And drapes of silken tin, That bloon the fairest wind in all Can save you from within. And when the willows bough turns cold All laden firm and fat, The chorus in full flight sings out Renouncing where it’s at. And the wrestle with the egg Falls foul from womb to room, Lies rested on some other head Whilst cursing at the moon. …Once more the darkly night shone down And cast like diamonds on the sea, When all at once the world turned flat And sent you back to me.